Page 295 of Glass (Crank 2)

Nothing.

Next stop, Grade E. We set up

the meet at his house.

Not far.

He opens the door and his eyes

practically pop

clear out

of his skull. Wow. You look

great. See? What

did I tell you?

Guys like girls thin. “Uh, can

I come in?” He steps

out of my way,

ushers me back to his bedroom.

Mom won’t be home

till later,

so we’re cool. We sit on his bed,

and that makes me

slightly uncomfortable.

When I open the baggie,

give him a taste, he

just about

goes ape shit. That’s what

I’m talking about.

Where

did this come from? Local?

He’s right where

I need him to be.

So I say, “I can get more.

But it isn’t cheap.”