Glass (Crank 2)

ever become Hunter’s dad. [Stop it. Wishful

thinking will get you exactly nowhere.]

Brad builds a fire and lights the Christmas

tree, and if I were six again, I’d be chirping

“We Wish You a Merry Christmas” right along

with Devon and LaTreya. Finally, Brad

tells the girls they have to go to bed.

Santa won’t come if you’re awake, you know,

he says. Come on. I’ll tuck you in.

The girls run ahead, and he turns to Trey

and me. Hang on. I’ll break out the new stuff.

When he leaves the room, Trey pulls me into

his lap. God I’ve missed you. I can’t wait

to give you your present. He kisses me, hotter

this time, and beneath me, through his denim

and mine, I can feel the promise

of his Christmas gift soon to come.

Brad Is Generous

With his personal stash.

[He can afford to be. Have

you ever seen so much uncut

meth in one place at one time?]

Once we’re sure the girls

are asleep, we help him play

Santa, filling the empty

space beneath the tree.

Gifts spill across the floor.

I wanted to make it up to

them for their mother not

being here, he explains.