Page 124 of Glass (Crank 2)

Oh my god, she says. He’s so

old, so…so…decrepit.

I Have to Admit

He looks faded,

travel-worn, threadbare.

High.

I can tell,

without getting close,

that he’s sweating

speed.

Linda Sue doesn’t look

the part of a serious

meth user. Only serious

pursuit

of my dad (don’t ask

me why—who can say

what evil pheromones

must have been at work!)

could have dropped

her into his personal

hell

and kept her there,

smoldering at his side.

True love, between

a fairy and a troll,

bent on

proving he still has

what it takes to attract

someone ten years younger.

And both, at this moment,

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