Glass (Crank 2)

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