[He’s too little to care this year, anyway.]
I have to make a decision. Family.
Or Trey. Spending Christmas making
love with Trey. Easy decision.
Mom’s still waiting to hear it.
Kristina? Do you need a ride?
I can pick you up in the morning.
Okay, I can’t tell her I’m playing
nanny tomorrow. What kind of excuse
would placate her? Hard answer: none.
“No, no. Don’t pick me up. I’ll try
to get a ride from a friend. What
time are you planning dinner?”
The same time it’s been your
entire life. You do remember
what time that is, don’t you?
Snippy?
No doubt, and she
has every right to snip.
Only problem is, right now
I’m unsnippable, shielded by glass-
plated armor. Another choice: Try
to find peace in the twilight zone,
or climb into the monster’s
rocket and lift off.
Plenty of time
to get buzzed anon. I’ll
try to slide into some manner
of sleep, to make up for what I’ll
miss later. “I love you,” I murmur,