Glass (Crank 2)

doesn’t make a move

to rectify the situation.

All he does is shrug

and return my smile.

Then it strikes him.

So where’s your car?

My turn to shrug.

I left it facedown

in a ditch, a mile

or so from here.”

What? Hey, are you

okay? He moves

closer, gives me

a concerned once-over.

He cares? “I’m fine,

except for a giant

bruise. Not sure

about the car, though.”

Give me a minute to

get dressed, and I’ll

go check it out. Oh,

wait…the kids.

“I can watch them,

unless you need me

to come too.” I hope

he says no, in case

there happen to be cops

around. I’m still pretty

buzzed. Brad, on the

other hand, looks fine.