“Sorry? Do you understand how it feels to believe
your parents don’t want you? Don’t tell me they didn’t
deserve me. I already know that. This isn’t about them.”
The look I shoot Trey withers him slightly. But his eyes
glitter defiance. A desire so different from any I’ve
known before strikes suddenly. “I want to meet her.”
TREY STRAIGHTENS
I can see the wheels
creak-turn in his head.
He looks at Grandfather,
says to me, I’ll take you.
You should meet her.
Just don’t go thinking
she’s going to be like
some perfect mom. Kristina
is all about Kristina.
Far as I can tell, that pretty
much goes for everyone.
“Really? You’ll take me?”
Why not? I’d like to see
her again myself. I used
to love the bitch. Maybe
I can figure out why. She’s
on her way to Albuquerque
to see her dad, but will be
at her mom’s for Christmas.
Plenty of time for a road
trip. You’ll be a nice surprise.
GRANDFATHER IS SHAKING
Anger. Fear. Goat flu. Not sure