Glass (Crank 2)

my room, waiting.

Smoking.

Waiting.

Toking.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Finally, There’s a Knock

“Come in,” I call softly.

(The girls must be asleep

by now—almost midnight.)

My heart stutters. Crow

hops. Bucks wildly. But

it isn’t Trey. [Told you.]

Brad’s head pops through

the door. You’ve been awfully

quiet. Everything go okay?

I’m disappointed. But at

least I’m not alone. “Like

clockwork. Come on in.”

We do what you do when

you’re wasting an evening,

playing with the monster.

Finally, the clock betrays

that it’s well after two A.M.

Trey isn’t coming after all.

Guess I should at least

pretend to sleep. Brad stands,

pauses by the door.

Choices. Choices. This

choice is all mine to make.