Page 173 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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swallow it down with

two gulps of beer. Wait.

I plop on the plush

leather sofa, fake cheer

when Wisconsin scores,

slug down more beer. Wait. About the time

I think I must have

gagged down placebos,

my brain goes fuzzy

and my tongue thickens

in my mouth. Behind

my forehead, a zzzzzz

sound lifts, like bees swarming, and my ears

feel like I’m diving

deep. Pressure. I close

my eyes, try to shut out

football. Shouting. Crying.

Clucking. Burnt butter

smell. Dinner should be

interesting. To say the least.

Autumn

WE’VE ALWAYS KEPT

Thanksgiving relatively low-key.

Grandfather. Aunt Cora. And me.

We spend the day cooking. Tasting.

Eating. Getting way too full. Just us.

But not this year. This year

we’re going to a big schmooze

at Liam’s parents’ house in Austin.

Aunt Cora wants to introduce us.

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