Mom was out, so I answered the phone today and it’s from
Crystal’s school. Conversation went something like this:
“Hello, is Mrs. Wedekind available?”
“No, she’s not home. This is her son.”
“I see. Could you have her call me, it’s urgent.”
“Why, is something wrong with Crystal?”
“We’re just concerned about her performance in class. She’s
very tired and won’t pick up her pencil. She just leaves her schoolwork on the
desk in front of her.”
Glad that they talked to me and not mom. Mom would have
eaten Crystal alive for that. She’s like a whale. Yeah, a whale, could’ve used
another giant animal that could swallow you whole but she’s always looked kind
of whale-like to me >>
I told her teacher I’d talk to her and hung up. I went to
talk to Crystal right after, and she was sitting in her room on the floor,
still wearing her jacket and her gloves. It was fucking weird, ‘cause it’s been
a cold month but not THAT cold. She didn’t really talk to me, but she let me
take off the gloves and I flipped the fuck out
Her hands are all red and raw looking
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