Glass (Crank 2)

Promise not to stay out too late.

“I’ll do my best.” Okay, so

I traded a lie for a lie. No

doubt everyone knows it.

“Oh, there’s Dad now.”

Don’t tell him I said hi, jokes Leigh.

At least she found her sense

of humor. I kiss Hunter on

the forehead. “Be a good boy.

Tomorrow’s your big day.”

He gurgles and smiles. He loves me.

I Love Him, Too

But I have to admit I don’t think

about him more than a couple

of times as Dad, Linda Sue, and I

dive into the half-ass crank.

Dad’s got a big glass tray, which

he sets on the cracked Formica table

in their dog-eared motel room.

Let’s see what you’ve got there, he says.

“It’s…” I think about apologizing,

but decide to wait until he comments.

He opens the bindle, says nothing

about the powder inside. It’s what?

“A little shy, I think. The guy

I got it from took his cut up front.”

Ah, well, a dealer is a dealer,

I guess. Dad draws huge lines.

He hands me the straw. The birthday

girl always goes first, right?