Glass (Crank 2)

No use not copping. “Actually,

I quit my job. It was a long drive,

especially with gas so high.”

I consider mentioning the pervert

excuse, but decide to save it

in case I need it in the future.

Mom pauses, and I know she’s

considering what to say next.

What about Christmas?

I knew it! Knew she couldn’t

do Christmas without everyone

home. That’s my mom. Everything

has to be perfect. And how could

it be perfect without me? [You’re

kidding, right?] “What about it?”

Are you going to spend it at

home? Do you need me

to come out there and get you?

I’ve got a couple of choices

here. I could play smart-ass—

ask why she wants me to come

home, when she knows I’ll

only spoil the party. I could play

coy—tell her I’m not sure

of my holiday plans, could I let

her know? But the truth is, I want

to spend Christmas with my family.

Still, I don’t want to sound too

anxious. After all, she kicked me

out. “Let’s play it by ear. If my car