Page 321 of Glass (Crank 2)

Girls, go put on your shoes, please.

The kids hustle upstairs, which is good.

Trying to take them could

come down to blows.

“Not without Brad’s permission.”

The cobra strikes quickly. I don’t

know who you

think you are, but

I’ll do as I please with my daughters.

“No, I don’t think you will. You lost that

privilege when you

walked out the door.

Now let’s give Brad a call, okay?”

You are awfully possessive of someone

else’s children. She

looks me up and

down. And you don’t dress like hired help.

My face heats, but I stand my

ground. “One call

will settle this.

Let’s go into the kitchen and make it.”

It’s a Short Conversation

Brad is on his way home.

Angela sits at the kitchen

table, waiting. The girls

bound into the room, all

giggles. I think I’m jealous.

I know I’m jealous when

Brad walks through the

door. The look on his face