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    Chapter Two

    ”Well, you never got back to me about it…and I didn’t want to upset you if I brought him anyway.” Franny takes a good look at the younger woman, noticing how her frame is a bit smaller than usual and her normally cheerful eyes don’t have that glow anymore. She frowns. ”Are you taking care of yourself, Lorn? I know you’re in prison and all but you still gotta live. It’s only three years, and who knows – maybe they’ll let you out sooner if you stay outta trouble.”

    Lorna shakes her head, a bit irritated. ”I know, I know… Only three years?! Maybe for you it’s only three but in here that seems like a fucking eternity. This place is horrible, Fran! Some of these women…they’re lesbians. And there’s this creepy officer, who made me drive with him to the—never mind,” she stops herself, not wanting to talk anymore about how awful the last few days have been for her. ”How’s Emilio? And who’s watching him? I hope to God you didn’t fuckin’ leave him with dad…he’s useless.”

    ”Back up a minute, Lorna… Who’s this officer that took you for a drive? Is that even fucking legal? He didn’t hurt you or nothin’, did he? Well it is prison, so of course there’s gonna be lesbians, Lorn. Just ignore them if they make you feel uncomfortable.” Franny gives a comforting pat to the other’s hand when the guards aren’t looking. ”He’s getting so big, and getting into everything he shouldn’t. Just the other day I found him trying to eat the cat’s food. And no I did not leave him with dad…Mikey offered to watch him and my two kids – said something about wanting to take them to the park or something.”

    ”He didn’t do anything, he’s just really creepy,” Lorna responds, not wanting to speak too much on the matter. ”And yes, it’s legal, apparently. I was assigned to be the transport driver…which is strange to me but whatever.” She smiles hearing about her son – being away from him and missing out on his life is going to be the hardest thing she will ever have to do. ”I wish I could be there to see him grow…he’ll be three years old when I see him next…he won’t even remember that I’m his fucking mother!”

    Franny sighs, giving a sympathetic look to her younger sister. ”He won’t forget you, Lorn. Mikey and I won’t let that happen. And we can always bring him to see you next time. I think that would do the two of you some good.”

    ”We’ll see, Fran… I just really wouldn’t feel comfortable with my baby being in here,” the younger brunette says.

    Hearing that makes Franny roll her eyes. ”Lorna, seriously, he’s a baby – he doesn’t care where the fuck he is as long as he gets to see his mom. But whatever, it’s your choice. If you wanna deprive both you and your son from seeing each other, have at it.” She shakes her head in frustration, but won’t push it any further as to not cause an argument between she and Lorna. ”Try to make some friends in here, Lorn. I know you like to keep to yourself but this is a depressing place to be…I don’t want you to start to mentally decline or anything. There’s gotta be some decent people in here for you to talk to.”

    Nodding, Lorna slightly smiles. ”I kind of have made a friend. I think. This woman, Nichols, came and sat with me the first day I was here. She’s real nice. And the one lady in the cell room I’m in, she’s an older Italian and kinda makes me think of Nona. She’s always knitting stuff for her grandchildren.”

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