The second message is from
Mom. Kristina? Where are
you? Are you okay? I just
got a call from Deputy Freed.
He found your car and had it
towed to impound. But he had
no idea what happened to you.
Will you please call and let us
know you’re okay? Please?
Guess the snow filled in my
tracks. Guess Brad’s off
the hook. Guess Mom might
care about me after all.
But What About Trey?
I step out onto the back step
to smoke and fret about that.
Snow falls, insistent, intent.
I watch it tumble
down.
Was he with a girl when he
called, or only somewhere
where there was a girl? Am
I paranoid? I know,
deep down,
that falling hard for the first
guy to take interest in over
a year was not the best idea.
But how do you tell
your heart,
No, don’t swell with magic,