Page 77 of Glass (Crank 2)

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Mom gives me a solid once-

over, but if she notices

anything, keeps it to herself.

So how was the college fair?

College fair? Oh, yeah.

“Okay, I guess. It’s a

pretty nice campus and all.

Robyn seems to like it.”

She looks at me harder.

Robyn’s at UOP, isn’t she?

I thought you said the college

fair was in Sacramento.

One thing meth is good

for—manufacturing lies

sans hesitation. “I always mix

up Stockton and Sacramento.”

She stares me straight in

the eye. Good thing you

didn’t mix them up when

you were behind the wheel.

“Heh-heh. Yeah, you’re

right. Oops. Smells like

Hunter’s breakfast went

right through him….”

I start to get up, but Mom

puts a severe hand on my

arm. One second. I need to

talk to you about something.

I swallow hard. Does

she hear Bree’s voice

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