Glass (Crank 2)

I tell her, and run to give Leigh

a mega mojo hug. [Good trick,

with Heather hanging on to her

like a monkey to a tree branch.]

Shut the hell up, I silently shout

to the bitch who lives in my brain.

Out loud I say, “God, I’ve

missed you. You look great.

Must be…” [the extra five

pounds or maybe the one

hundred twenty pounds

cemented to your right arm]

“…did you change your hair?”

Don’t be silly. My hair has

looked exactly like this my

entire life. Although it is a

little bleached from being

out in the sun this summer.

Heather tries to tell me

it’s bad for my skin, but I’m

not always so good at following

orders. Oh! I almost forgot

to introduce you. Kristina, Heather.

[Following orders? Can you

believe that?] I stow Bree and

give Heather a wary once-over.

“Good to finally meet you,” I

venture. “Leigh has told me so

little about you….” That

was mean, okay? [Not really.