Glass (Crank 2)

about my own client list, which

has just grown exponentially.

Robyn knows girls at some

of the other ranches too.

Meth is one way they handle

what they do. I guess you could

say it isn’t much different from

trading sex for companionship.

Okay, it’s a helluva lot damn

different. I mean, screwing nasty,

smelly men [without a condom,

yet] to feed your meth habit [no

worries about feeding your face].

The word “condom” reminds

me again that I need to get

in and get on the pill. I’ll

call tomorrow and make

the appointment. And that

reminds me that Trey should

head my way next week. No

calls to confirm, as yet. Anxiety

swims up like a giant squid, snakes

tentacles around my throat. Squeezes.

Easter

Sunday

Brad took the girls to

an Easter egg hunt.

I thought about taking

Hunter, but it’s cold

and he’s just a baby,