Fallout (Crank 3)

You wouldn’t be inaccurate.

Then, again, neither is my assessment.

Conspicuously absent is one female

member of this family. Kristina

should be here for her kids.

And speaking of the demonic duo,

wonder what manner of evil David

and Donald are perpetrating right now.

Upstairs. In my former room.

I’ll check it out in a few. Meanwhile,

I probably should be social. “Hello,

ladies. Need any help?”

Mom says, Don’t think so. But thanks.

Misty says, How sweet of you to offer.

Leigh snorts, knowing the offer was

mostly empty. Nikki’s mom

turns rheumy eyes at me. Whoa.

How much wine has she sloshed already?

Nikki, sweet Nikki, sidles over, clearly

wanting to kiss me. Except

her mom is standing there staring.

Like I care. I reach, pull her right

up against me. “Your turkey thing smells

really good.” Then I whisper,

“But not as good as you,” and

I give her a giant lip smack, despite four

pairs of eyes pointed directly at the two

of us. Voyeurs deserve what they see.

Nikki smiles, but extricates herself

from my grasp and goes to be one