Trey is contrite. I’m sorry. I should
have called. I’ll do better, okay?
For a Few Days
He does do better. He
even answers his phone.
But he’s spending more
and more time away.
Job hunting, he claims.
Seems to me anyone
searching that diligently
would have found one
by now. Maybe playing
house isn’t his thing after
all. I’m afraid to ask.
Afraid he’ll say I’m right.
Without a vehicle, I can’t
very well make deliveries,
so when people call looking,
they have to come to me.
Grady is here when Trey
gets home this evening.
We’re just about to take
a little test drive when
Trey bangs through
the door. He takes one
look at Grady. Who
the fuck are you?
“This is Grady, an old
friend. He’s here to b—”
Apparently I should