out looking right now.
Which means it’s just
Hunter, me, and the
monster, killing time.
It’s nice outside.
Maybe Hunter
and I could walk
to the park. Only
thing is, I’m tired.
I do have a way to
fix that, don’t I?
I prop Hunter in a
chair, in front of
Sesame Street.
“Stay there with Elmo.
Mommy will be
right back.” I go
into the bathroom,
open the window,
so the smoke won’t
taint the living room
air. I’m halfway
through my second hit
when Hunter screams.
I run into the other
room. He’s crumpled
on the floor in front
of the chair, trickling
blood from his mouth.
“Oh, God.” I scoop