Page 407 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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alcohol. I will never touch a drop.

Not as long as I’m pregnant and

not if some tiny person’s life

depends on me sober. Baby?

Are you listening? Are you really

alive inside me? Oh God.

If you are, how will I ever take

care of you? My fingers go

tingly. My breath falls shallow.

Small steps. One at a time.

BISHOP TO CARSON CITY

Is about three hours in good weather.

This is not good weather. Talk about

initiation by blizzard. Even Trey

is impressed. I’ve seen it come

down pretty good, but never

quite like this. Hope a plow

comes through soon. Chains aren’t

going to help much otherwise.

Eventually, one does catch up

to us. Trey moves as far to one

side of the road as he can to let

the guy pass. Looks like just him and us.

Late afternoon. Christmas Eve.

Snow forming a dense white curtain.

Oh, yeah. We’re pretty much alone

out here. “Stay close to the plow, okay?”

Trey laughs. Don’t worry, little girl.

I won’t let anything bad happen to you.

TOO LATE, DUDE

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