Glass (Crank 2)

sleepless hours in each other’s

arms and declarations of love.

Night spilled well into morning.

I wanted it never to end.

But all great things must

end sooner or later. The plows

have been busy, the roads

cleared. Trey has to go

back to Stockton. And I

have to go home.

Before we leave, Trey and Brad

wander off for a private

conversation. Nosy me

eavesdrops as best I can.

I don’t hear all the details, but

do understand that Brad is fronting

Trey a quantity above and beyond

his personal stash. What I learn

isn’t surprising, but does make me

worry a little. Trey, it seems, buys

books and food by dealing at UOP.

I ask Trey to make a stop

on the way. I run into Target

for a lockbox, large enough

for a stash and some money,

small enough to fit under

the seat of my car. No way

will I bring anything in the

house. From now on, it will

reside in the LTD.