Glass (Crank 2)

while awaiting sentencing.

Hopefully,

the Feds won’t rescind their

offer. I’ll only have to spend

six months in jail. Not so long.

Hopefully,

they will arrest Cesar, put him

away for much longer than that.

I’ll have to testify against him,

but I won’t have to pay him.

Hopefully,

his people will tuck tail, sprint

back across the border. If not,

they shouldn’t be able

to get me in here.

Hopefully

the Department of Corrections

can safeguard me—and those

I love—against La Eme–style

retribution.

Hopefully,

Trey and I will hook up again

after we get out. Hook up and

raise our baby together,

or at least share the parenting.

Hopefully,

he’ll write me. If not, Quade

has promised to. And I believe

him. You’re a complete mess,

he said. So why do I love you?