Glass (Crank 2)

I’m not feeling well. I’ve been

throwing up all morning.”

Extremely long pause. Throwing

up? Kristina, you’re not…

Pregnant? No. Can’t be. Can I?

[You’re not really throwing up.]

“No, not that. Food poisoning.”

Concern turns to concern. Do you

need to go to the hospital?

“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just weak

and wouldn’t be good company.

Tell Mom I’m sorry about dinner.”

Heather and I will be here until

Thursday. I hope we can see you.

“I hope so too. I’ve got presents

for you. I’ll call tomorrow,

okay? Tell everyone I love them.”

We love you, too. Christmas

isn’t the same without you.

I hang up the phone and half

way through my miserable weep

session I realize that once again

I never even asked about Hunter.

Do I miss him at all? Does he miss

me? Does he even remember me?

What Is Wrong with Me?

Surely I don’t really want

to spend Christmas alone.

So why didn’t I let Leigh

come and get me? Why?