Fallout (Crank 3)

AT LEAST I THINK I CAN

When it comes right down

to it, I don’t know very

much at all about

the man

sitting on Grandfather’s

recliner, claiming it as if

it were his own. I think he

is

probably dangerous.

Aren’t all armed robbers?

And yet, would he be

a

threat to me? For all I

really know, he could

be a serial killer, a

total

whacked-out pervert,

stalking his next victim.

He is nothing but a

stranger.

A black hole. Will he suck

me in? Burn me up? What

does he want with me?

HE STUDIES ME

For several minutes. Finally says,

You look a lot like her. Your

mother. Her hair is darker.

You got the red from my mom.

Straight for the jugular.