the ingredients. Let’s go look.”
I push back from the table,
and am surprised to feel a little
hand slip into mine. The eggs
is in the ’frigerator. She tugs gently.
It’s the first time I’ve really
realized how much she misses her
mother, and she tugs more than my
hand. She tugs at my heart.
By the Time Brad Stomps In
Tracking wet snow,
LaTreya has joined the party.
Devon runs over, jumps up
and down. I’m cooking, Daddy.
LaTreya keeps stirring a thick,
creamy batter. Me too. Pancakes.
Brad takes in the domestic
scene. Good thing. I’m hungry.
Then he turns to me. I drove all
the way to the freeway, but couldn’t
find your car anywhere. It’s either
buried or they towed it.
“Mom called. They towed it.
I tried your cell, but no answer.”
Devon happily interrupts,
’Tina’s gonna draw my picture.
LaTreya shoots an envious look.
How come? What about me?
Before I can answer, Brad does.
I’m sure she’ll draw you, too.