22 GLORY WALKER
October 25
Trent was already watchin’ cartoons in the family room when I woke up this mornin’. I swear, I could set my watch by this boy. He got up at 6:30 AM every day. Now that he was older, he could fix himself a bowl of cereal and flip on the T.V. on his own (thank the Lord).
I walked down the steps in my blue terry-cloth robe, coverin’ my ratty white tank top I used as a nightshirt and my pair of boy shorts. The carpet absorbed the sound of my steps, but Trenton was so focused on his program he wouldn’t have heard a cannon if it went off beside him.
“Mornin’, Trent,” I passed behind him and made my way to the kitchen. Trenton sat cross-legged on the floor and gently rocked himself, completely unaware of me. I set the coffee to brewin’ and opened the kitchen window
