Fallout (Crank 3)

“Sorry? Do you understand how it feels to believe

your parents don’t want you? Don’t tell me they didn’t

deserve me. I already know that. This isn’t about them.”

The look I shoot Trey withers him slightly. But his eyes

glitter defiance. A desire so different from any I’ve

known before strikes suddenly. “I want to meet her.”

TREY STRAIGHTENS

I can see the wheels

creak-turn in his head.

He looks at Grandfather,

says to me, I’ll take you.

You should meet her.

Just don’t go thinking

she’s going to be like

some perfect mom. Kristina

is all about Kristina.

Far as I can tell, that pretty

much goes for everyone.

“Really? You’ll take me?”

Why not? I’d like to see

her again myself. I used

to love the bitch. Maybe

I can figure out why. She’s

on her way to Albuquerque

to see her dad, but will be

at her mom’s for Christmas.

Plenty of time for a road

trip. You’ll be a nice surprise.

GRANDFATHER IS SHAKING

Anger. Fear. Goat flu. Not sure