Page 164 of Glass (Crank 2)


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surrender to this luscious i n s a n i t y.

I Grab a Few Dollars

From the cash stash in my purse,

round out my drawer, stow

my inelegant green smock on a hook

in the back room, run to the bathroom

to take a quick peek in the mirror.

My hair is pulled back in a tight

ponytail. I let it loose, and it falls

past my shoulders, shiny and smooth.

Mascara! I search my purse, to no

avail. Guess what I’ve got left

from this morning will have to do.

I don’t look bad, don’t look great.

Oh, well. Trey will be here any-

time. Luckily, I keep my birthday

bread in my wallet. I count out

a hundred, tuck it into my jeans.

I wish I was wearing the tight

ones. These leave plenty to

the imagination, a defense

against Kevin’s obnoxious stares.

Okay, breath mints. A spritz of nice

perfume. (Jake’s unexpected

birthday gift—who told him

how to shop for fragrance?)

I walk out the door just as Trey

pulls up in a stunning new

black-on-black Mustang.

Guess he’s doing okay.

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