Page 182 of Glass (Crank 2)
Good thing, since his wife walked
and left him with the kids.
Raising kids with only solar power
could be tough. “How many does
he have?” Like I care. The voyeur in
me wants to know why his wife left
him. His dealing? Another man? Simple
boredom, locked up with kids all day?
Two little girls, one of them
named after me—LaTreya.
Cute, huh? She’s cute too.
Looks just like her mom.
We turn off the main road, into
a relatively new neighborhood.
It’s getting dark, but even so,
I can see that one house pretty
much resembles the next. “Glad
you know where you’re going.”
Yeah, the houses are cookie-
cutter, okay. Main difference
is the colors. Incognito, that’s
how Brad lives, and that’s good.
As we pull into the driveway,
I notice movement behind
a curtain. We climb out of the car,
into sweet high desert air and it
strikes me how normal we must
look to the neighbors. Family.
Trey slides his arm around
my shoulders and I love how
