Glass (Crank 2)

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.