Glass (Crank 2)

We’re scrubbed and dressed,

the clock says 11:16

and I’m glad I called work

last night, even if I did have

to talk to Grade E.

Sick, huh? Grady’s voice

dripped skepticism.

Okay, I’ll let Midge know.

Thinking about it now,

however, I realize I didn’t

call home. Mom was already

pissed. Now, most likely,

she’s worried, too.

Before I can remedy that,

Trey says, Come here.

Look out the window.

I can’t believe it! While

Trey and I were all wrapped

up in each other, it snowed.

And snowed. Inches of white

cover everything in sight.

Including Trey’s car. Hmm.

I don’t have chains. Wonder how

the Mustang handles in snow.

I slide my hand into his.

“I don’t have to work today.

Might be a good excuse to

stay inside. If you can think

of something to do, that is.”

Doing nothing—with you—