Glass (Crank 2)

ain’t the Bank of America.”

I’m just a little short and I

don’t get paid until Friday.

“So why did you say you were

interested? It’s not like we’re friends.

You expect me to trust you?”

Why not? We were friends once, weren’t

we? He dares put a hand on my knee.

[Stay calm. He could bust you.] Calmly

I push his hand off my knee. “How

much money do you have on you?”

Seventy or eighty dollars. Is that

enough for a down payment?

“On a gram. But all I have weighed

out are eight balls, and they’re three

fifty.” I can’t afford stupidity.

He counts the contents of his wallet.

Eighty-six dollars. The rest on Friday?

If he actually calls with the money,

I’ll have to see him twice in one week.

He’ll probably rip me off. So why

do I say okay?

At Least He Didn’t Try

To steal the stuff.

[Give him time.]

At least he didn’t try

to rape me.

[Ditto.]

At least he didn’t decide

Hunter was his baby.