inch TV, stare
mindlessly at
whatever’s on.
And only now
do I let myself
cry.
No Word from Trey
Despite the desperate voice
mails I left. I can’t stand
sitting here, alone. No one
to talk to. No one to laugh
with. Only the monster for
company. What fun is that?
I’m going crazy. Fucking
crazy. Even hanging with
Mom and Scott would be
better than this. At least
I’d have Hunter to play
with. A sudden wave of
guilt rolls over m
e. With
it comes a thought. Would
they let me move back in?
I dial the house, but get
the machine. Aagh! Maybe
I should just get in my car.
and drive out there. [No
one’s home, idiot.] I’ve
got to talk to someone.
Who can I call? Robyn?