“But you did,” she said. “You set out to do something. You made a plan and executed it, all by yourself.”
“I’m in jail,” he said, raising his voice as much as he dared. “For murder, Rebecca. I am going to jail for a long time. I don’t know how to be in jail.”
From the far corner of his cell, or maybe the barred vents under his cot, came the cell neighbor’s harsh shouting voice: “Shut the fuck up you fucking fuck!” Tom stiffened but Rebecca’s body lay inert, unaffected.
“You see?” he whispered to her, “How am I going to survive in here?”
“We can take care of that guy,” she said in the dark. “And anyone else that might hurt you here.”
“How?”
He lay his head down on the pillow and listened to her as she breathed instructions. Yes, that could work. Why not? And yes, if this situation came up, she instructed him to react in this way. Yes, that would work, also. Will you stay with me, he asked her. Where else would I be, she answered and tapped him lightly on the forehead. She stroked his hair and he stretched his legs out to give his cock room.
“You can teach many people in here,” she said. “And they can teach you. Trust me. And me only.”
“Yes,” he whispered as she wrapped around him like a second skin. Until they felt as one. The secret sharer of his thoughts.
When the guard came and peered into the cell, he at first turned away in disgust. Then he rapped on the bars with his bare hands. “Ryder!” he shouted, “You can make those calls now.” He waited until Tom stood up and pulled his pants on.
“I don’t know who to call,” he said over his shoulder to Rebecca on the cot.
“You’ll think of someone,” the guard and Rebecca said at the same time, neither noticing the other was there. “Why don’t you call some random people out of the phone book. Tell them what happened to Joe Williams and let them know the same thing could happen to them. You could be an advocate for Consumer Life from prison.” She was suddenly excited. “They would surely pay to get you out of prison if you began scaring up business for them.”
“True.”
“And I will find a way out of this, for us. This is fabulous,” she said.
As the guard pulled Tom out of the cell, Tom looked back on his Rebecca. “What about escaping?” he asked.
“Fuck off,” the guard said and reached behind his back for handcuffs. Tom submitted easily.
Rebecca whispered the words that he already knew she was going to say, the words that were in his heart and his mind all along. “Not yet,” she said, “But soon. I will tell you what to do.”
Note from the author
Thanks for reading my book! I hope you enjoyed it. It was a real blast to write. Please consider leaving a review at:
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Cheers,
Buddy Roy Baldry
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Buddy Roy Baldry is a Canadian author specializing in finding humour in awkward and dangerous places within the human experience and psyche.
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