holding hands with
the monster.
Besides, vegetables give a girl
a healthy glow.
Damn. Wasn’t I glowing?
Then again, even if I was,
it could hardly qualify
as healthy. Still, Mom
didn’t insist I share the
dinner table.
It’s only leftovers, anyway.
By the way, a letter came
for you today.
Dear Kristina,
Hope everything’s okay. Hope you’re okay.
Things are okay here.
My mom got a new job and she’s dating her boss.
He already thinks he’s my stepdad or something.
Says I’d better think about what I want to do with my life.
Besides party, that is.
I hate him already. You know?
Lince is home and I guess she’s better.
She has to go to PT—physical therapy—every day.
She’s learning to walk and talk, just like a baby.
It’s weird, really weird.
I try to spend time with her, but it’s hard. You know?
I’m sorry about that phone call.
I didn’t mean to upset you.
I was at the end of a three-day binge.
Too long without food and sleep.