Glass (Crank 2)

Sooner Than Later, Brad Follows Through

He picked up the radiator on

his way home last night, and

he’s already out in the garage

working. Okay, we were up

all night, so he got an early start.

The new stash is all it should be.

Good thing Brad is handy with

tools, and the LTD presents few

surprises. Bolt this here, screw

that there, new hoses, new fluid.

Voila. The car is ready to go by

noon. He comes into the kitchen,

all greasy. I smile at the black

gunk smeared across his forehead

and dotted at the end of his nose.

“I owe you one. I mean, another

one.” And he just looks so cute

I can’t help but go over and kiss

him. We’re lip-locked, temps

rising, when all of a sudden,

Hey! What are you doing?

You can’t do that with Daddy!

We jerk apart, and there’s

LaTreya, hands on hips.

Okay, this one isn’t nanny

material. It’s up to the daddy

in question to assuage her ire.

But he sputters, helpless, so

I offer, “I’m just thanking him