Page 357 of Glass (Crank 2)

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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

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