Page 179 of Glass (Crank 2)


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scent: Brut, tainted

slightly by a tinge

of ice. But hey, I’ll

be tainted soon too.

[More ways than one!]

You thirsty? Hungry?

he politely asks, and

it makes me feel

special that he bothers.

He is a gentleman!

[He’s a player.]

I Don’t Care

If he’s a player. He plays well,

and I’m ready for a challenge.

Besides, I know the rules of the game.

We talk for a few minutes,

about jobs and families and, yes,

about Robyn, who’s only a friend.

Finally, Trey suggests, Let’s go.

Why don’t you leave your car

here? We can take mine.

He has washed his Mustang.

“Oh, I do love your car,” I

say, “although I’d pick red.”

Well, you know, the cops tend

to home in on red cars. Red

and yellow. Of course, I mostly

drive the limit, especially

on trips like this one. You

ready for a party?

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