Page 265 of Glass (Crank 2)
No way could I maneuver icy
avenues. Trey’s Mustang isn’t
exactly a snow-country car either.
He finally broke down and bought
tire chains so we could go somewhere.
Mostly we’ve stayed inside,
watching Pay Per View, pulling
domestic duty, playing with the girls—
and each other. Just like an old
married couple, Brad observed.
Trey begged to differ. Except
we’re not old, and I don’t think
too many married couples stay
up half the night, smoking glass
and playing kinky games.
That piqued Brad’s interest.
Oh, do tell me more. I’m living
vicariously through the two
of you, I hope you know.
Please feed my imagination.
Trey looked at me, and Kristina
flinched but Bree knew just what
to say. “Maybe someday we’ll let
you watch. Until then, your
imagination will have to go hungry.”
Damn, she is brave! I still can’t
believe she and Kristina share
a brain—or a mouth. And now
that Trey has to leave, I hope she
can show me how to stay strong.
