Glass (Crank 2)

to ask, “So, can I come along?”

He looks at me like I’m insane.

No way. Sorry, Kristina, but

that isn’t a good idea.

“I don’t get it. You say you

love me, but you won’t take

me to Christmas dinner? Are

you ashamed of me, or what?”

Ashamed of his tweaker girlfriend?

You don’t know our family.

The only way I could bring a girl

is if we were getting married.

We’re not getting married.

But I still don’t get it.

“You’d be wel…” Okay, he

wouldn’t be welcome at my

home. But that’s different.

See? He comes over, puts

his arms around me. We

won’t be gone that long.

I push him away. “Don’t

you understand? I gave

up spending Christmas

with my own family so

I could be with you.”

Uncertainty flashes in his

eyes, but only for a second.

I never asked you to.

Twelve Thirty-Five

And he leaves me