“So is she why you’re in here?”

“Who?”

“The chick who didn’t want to have kids?”

Tasha shy’s away from answering the question.

“C’mon Williams were standing here having this Dr. Phil moment and you shut down on me I thought we were better than that.”

Tasha just smiles.

“You must really love her?”

“More than life itself.”

“See Williams that’s what life should be all about love, getting laid, and blowing trees, “Cheyenne says smiling. “Hey that’s how I picture heaven to be, gay, straight, blue, yellow, black, shit in heaven all that matters is love well that’s how I think it should be anyway. Just so you know your alight with me Williams you’re alright with me.”

“Yeah I hear you and I wish it was that simple.”

“Shit me too! Well, look I have to go and finish delivering these food trays but hey I hooked you up with a little something be easy Williams see ya tomorrow, “Cheyenne says pushing the dinner cart to the next cell.

“Hey Cheyenne!”

“Yeah.”

“I hope things work out with your kids.”

“Thanks Williams.”

When Tasha opened her food tray on the menu was lasagna that looked like a two year old child made in a defected Eazy Bake Oven, green beans that weren’t green anymore, a bread roll that was harder than bedrock, and something she guessed was supposed to be chocolate pudding. Underneath the tray Tasha could feel something wrapped in plastic when she removed it there two freshly baked brownies. Freshly baked brownies were equivalent to shrimp, lobster, and crab legs in the jail. Tasha peels back the wrapping on the brownies and bites into one.

“Awwww taste just like heaven, ”she says to herself savoring the chocolate flavored taste.

Back at Tashas the conversation between Alice and Angelica went way beyond a mere ten minutes with Alice doing the majority of the talking. They had been sitting across from one another for two in half hours. The more Alice spoke the more emotional Angelica became.

“Angelica say something?”

With tears rolling down her face, “I feel so stupid!”

“Angelica please don’t say that——–.”

Jumping from the couch Angelica begins to pace back and forth.

“No it’s not okay this entire time I have been treating you like shit and disrespecting you and all this time Clea was doing the same thing…….I’m no better than she is Aunt Al!”