Glass (Crank 2)

to me, Hi. I’m Frank. Come in.

Frank doesn’t look like a crook.

He looks like a computer nerd,

which he most definitely is.

His turn to check me out. So,

you want to get into the clubs?

“Uh, yeah. Can you help me out?

Guess I don’t quite look twenty-

one.” Perfect. Just perfect.

No problem. Come on. Let’s

take your picture.

Digital this. Special program

that, my new ID is almost ready

to go. Just one thing missing.

What name did you want here?

Most people use someone else’s.

Well, duh. Of course I want to

use someone else’s, the someone

whose name will be on the checks.

“Put Marie Springer.”

Now All I Have to Do

Is figure out how to get the checks.

Best if no one is home. I give Mom

a call. A bit of small talk, then I ask,

“When is Jake’s next baseball game?

Trey and I thought we might stop by.”

I’m turning into an experienced liar.

I listen for a tone of suspicion, but can

find not a trace when Mom informs me,