Fallout (Crank 3)

enough of was love.

Not for me. Not for you.

Not for anyone who

came before—or after—

us. She used who she

could to get what she

wanted. And then she

tossed them like trash.

HE WAS RIGHT

Not what I wanted to hear.

But what exactly did I want

to hear? That this little reunion

was going to end up a fairy tale?

Darn right that’s what I wanted

to hear. I sit, semi-stunned,

watch the snow begin to fall

harder. “Does she want me or not?”

I wish I knew what to tell you.

I don’t know what she wants,

and even if I did, I couldn’t

speak for Kristina. I know she thinks

she has the right to know you.

That my father and Cora were

wrong for keeping you apart.

And I agree as far as that goes.

But I seriously doubt she has

the ability to take care of you,

if that’s what’s on your mind.

Small steps, honey. One at a time.

AS HE TALKS