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“No. I just want to know he’s happy.” After everything I’d put him and his mother through, he deserved to be happy.
“There you have it.” Grant slapped my shoulder. “You’re fine with what he does in his bedroom, so the next time Julio wants to suck your dick, it shouldn’t be such a hard decision to make. No pussy around. We gotta make do somehow.”
Unlike Grant, who’d had his fair share of “prison bitches,” I hadn’t touched a soul in here. Some men laughed that they had nothing better to do, so why not? I’d rather jerk off, though, than bend one of these guys over.
It did nothing for me.
I picked the letter back up and continued reading.
Jay’s smart too. He wants to study to be a doctor. It might take him a while, but I fully believe he will do it. He’s very determined. I think you’ll like that. Overall, you should be a very proud father. Your son is an amazing human being.
If you have any questions, you can send them to me in a letter or email me at [email protected]. I saw online that inmates are allowed access to computers to keep in touch with their family. Since it’s faster than a letter, feel free to email me at any time, and I’ll get back to you.
Also, I apologize if I overstepped a boundary, but I hope this letter makes you happy.
Your son’s best friend,
Scottie
He’d overstepped of course in reading the letter I’d sent to my son, but he’d also made me the happiest man alive by responding and sending me a photograph of my boy. How could I be upset? This Scottie guy sounded like he cared deeply for my son. It was good he had someone like that in his life, and now I did too.
For some reason, Scottie seemed to be on my side, and I would try everything in my power to keep him there for these updates about my son.
1
SCOTTIE
“Scottie!”
I cringed at Jay’s yell. Having come from a family who wouldn’t shout, even if the house were on fire, I had to get used to my boisterous friend. After over a decade of friendship, I still winced when he made sudden loud noises—like bellowing my name over the ringing doorbell.
The door to my bedroom was flung open, and Jay slid across the floor, courtesy of the multicolored diamond print socks he had on. I picked my glasses up from the dresser and slipped them up my nose. He was only wearing underwear and his shirt, and trying with big, clumsy fingers to get the buttons into the holes.
“Someone’s at the door,” he said. “Can you get it? Don’t want to scare the hell out of that Jehovah’s Witness lady like last time.”
My lips twitched into a grin. Jay was the one who made things interesting. He spiced up my staid and ordinary life with his antics. If only it had panned out when we’d flirted and fooled around when we were younger. We didn’t feel that way about each other, though, which was just as well. I needed a true friend more than I needed another lying, cheating, abusive scumbag of a boyfriend.
Thank god for Jay, who’d helped me out of a dire situation when he insisted I move in with him a year ago. Since a distant relative from his mother’s side had willed the house to him, all I had to do was help with the utilities.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get it.” I grabbed my brand new navy blue peacoat and car keys. “And you need to hurry, or you’re going to be late for your first day on the job. You really should work on your tardiness, you know.”
“Stop nagging, Mom. Now you see why I had to quit medical school. I’d be late getting to the patient on the operating table.”
I walked out of the bedroom. “Then simply don’t be late.”
“You’d think it’s that easy, wouldn’t you?”
“It is that easy.” I trod down the stairs. “Stop staying up late playing video games, and wake up half an hour earlier.”
“I’ll try tomorrow.”
No, he wouldn’t. We’d had this conversation before.
The doorbell rang again, longer this time, like the person on the other side was leaning into it. As if that weren’t enough, they pounded on the door as well. What was wrong with people? Couldn’t they wait for someone to answer the door?
I shrugged, unlocked the door, and opened it.
“Who could be so impolite as to—” I swallowed the rest of my chastisement at the sight of the man standing on the doorstep.
