Glass (Crank 2)

Both, however, are problematic.

I’ll have to get hold of Grade E

at the Sev. And I can’t do that until

after eleven. And if he wants some,

I’m not sure how to arrange a meet.

The second person is one I hate

with every ounce of my being. One

I swore never to talk to again. Can

I get past all that to make a deal?

[Why not get back at him the only

way you can—make a bundle

off his greed.] It’s a delicate dance,

but using him has a certain appeal.

Despite whatever brain cells

the monster has eaten, I remember

his number. Dial it? Don’t? God,

I hate indecision. Kick me, Bree!

[If you don’t deal with him, Grady

will. Why not be your own middle

man?] All it takes is a glance in my

lockbox. Empty, but for a few bucks.

Fine. I’ll call. But he’d better not

get the wrong idea. The phone rings

and rings, and I’m starting to think

that’s the way it should be, when

he finally answers. The sound

of his voice sends chills through

my body. And not good chills.

Your dime. Start talking.

And I’m trying to, really I am,