Page 128 of Glass (Crank 2)


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Dad interrupts, in a majorly

rude way. No problem, L.

They knew we were coming,

right gang? He moves toward

Leigh, who retreats slightly.

Well, I’m happy to see you.

Leigh’s face has gone

from ivory linen to scarlet

fleece, especially the tips

of her ears. What took you

so long, Father? Too

busy to pick up the phone?

I…I…I…, he stutters, his

inability to respond fueled

by the monster. [The monster,

on a crash diet of guilt.]

I don’t know what to say

except I’m sorry. Forgive me?

This could be fun to watch,

as long as the sniping doesn’t

turn into sniper fire—the battle

of the Snows. “No hello for

me, Dad?” I complain, adding,

“Nice to meet you, Linda Sue.”

Everyone turns startled eyes

in my direction, as if they

can’t believe I had the guts

to interfere. But a broad sense

of relief floods the room. No one

wants a battle between the Snows.

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