probation for theft,” he said, while reading through some paperwork. Then he added, “You were stealing from Riche’s Department Store? Good taste.” He looked up, smiling.
“How long I got to stay here?” she asked.
“First, I would like to know what happened between you and April Floyd.”
She took a deep breath and started explaining. “I was at a motel wit’ dis’ dude named Frank, and when we got ready to leave, I guess it was his girlfriend that rammed the back of his Cherokee. She got out cryin’ and shit, and came toward me ready to fight. So, I cut her.”
“And that was it?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. I ran after that.”
“How many days have you been here?”
“This my third day.”
He nodded with his mouth curving up, as if he had a plan.
“Listen, I can get you bond today. But, if you can stay in here until Friday, I’ll get this charge dropped and your probation reinstated.”
She frowned. “Friday?”
“I know,” he said calmly. “It could be worse, though. You gotta work with me here.”
She dropped her head in disgust and realized what she was facing. Today was only Tuesday.
Three more days won’t be too bad, she thought.
She looked at the lawyer and nodded okay. They talked a little while longer, and then he left. She returned to population and caught up on the soaps.
It was Thursday morning when Summer and three other women were called out and escorted downstairs to the medical station. They waited patiently in a small room that smelled of fresh bleach. The floors were waxed to a high shine, almost clear enough for them to see wrinkles underneath their eyes. Summer didn’t bother to take a seat with the other three women, and just her luck, her name was called first.
“Summer McKey!” a nurse yelled from around the corner.
Summer’s eyes widened for a second, and her heart thumped rapidly. As she walked down the short corridor, a nurse waited for her at a door on the left. The nurse was short with blonde hair hanging just below her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She wore a white overcoat, jeans, and Nikes, and she held a clipboard pressed against her chest.
“Good morning,” she greeted with a smile.
Summer smiled and said, “Hey.”
A touch of nervousness rose in her voice as her eyes darted around the small room. There were several charts on each of the four walls, and the one that spelled out AIDS and HIV really made her nervous. She sat down on a cushioned bed. It was shorter than the one in her cell, but looked very comfortable.
“You’re here for your physical, Miss McKey,” the lady said while placing a band around her arm to check her blood pressure. “I understand you have two children.”
She nodded. “Twin boys,” she said proudly.
“And you’re only seventeen?”
“Yep,” she said, then added, “How long will dis take?”
“I would like to get some blood samples and run a few tests. Is that okay?”
She shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“It’s your health, Miss McKey.”
She shrugged. Her attitude was unbelievable.
Chapter 7
“Either you gonna have an abortion, Summa, or you gonna move out!” Mrs. Diane shouted through the house.
Her anger showed on her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her blood pressure was rising by the minute. She walked through the house and opened Summer’s bedroom door, and to her surprise, she saw her daughter packing her kids’ clothes and a few pieces of clothing for herself. Summer stopped for a moment and stared at her mother, her eyes flaming red with anger.
“I’ll leave yo’ house, Mama.”
“Can we talk first?” Mrs. Diane had calmed down. She didn’t want her daughter to leave, at least not with the twins.
Summer didn’t respond. By now, she was crying and hurt, as well. Her mother came closer to her and tried to grab her hand, but Summer snatched it back.
With her eyes squinted, she said, “I’m leavin’.” Her teeth were
“How long I got to stay here?” she asked.
“First, I would like to know what happened between you and April Floyd.”
She took a deep breath and started explaining. “I was at a motel wit’ dis’ dude named Frank, and when we got ready to leave, I guess it was his girlfriend that rammed the back of his Cherokee. She got out cryin’ and shit, and came toward me ready to fight. So, I cut her.”
“And that was it?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. I ran after that.”
“How many days have you been here?”
“This my third day.”
He nodded with his mouth curving up, as if he had a plan.
“Listen, I can get you bond today. But, if you can stay in here until Friday, I’ll get this charge dropped and your probation reinstated.”
She frowned. “Friday?”
“I know,” he said calmly. “It could be worse, though. You gotta work with me here.”
She dropped her head in disgust and realized what she was facing. Today was only Tuesday.
Three more days won’t be too bad, she thought.
She looked at the lawyer and nodded okay. They talked a little while longer, and then he left. She returned to population and caught up on the soaps.
It was Thursday morning when Summer and three other women were called out and escorted downstairs to the medical station. They waited patiently in a small room that smelled of fresh bleach. The floors were waxed to a high shine, almost clear enough for them to see wrinkles underneath their eyes. Summer didn’t bother to take a seat with the other three women, and just her luck, her name was called first.
“Summer McKey!” a nurse yelled from around the corner.
Summer’s eyes widened for a second, and her heart thumped rapidly. As she walked down the short corridor, a nurse waited for her at a door on the left. The nurse was short with blonde hair hanging just below her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She wore a white overcoat, jeans, and Nikes, and she held a clipboard pressed against her chest.
“Good morning,” she greeted with a smile.
Summer smiled and said, “Hey.”
A touch of nervousness rose in her voice as her eyes darted around the small room. There were several charts on each of the four walls, and the one that spelled out AIDS and HIV really made her nervous. She sat down on a cushioned bed. It was shorter than the one in her cell, but looked very comfortable.
“You’re here for your physical, Miss McKey,” the lady said while placing a band around her arm to check her blood pressure. “I understand you have two children.”
She nodded. “Twin boys,” she said proudly.
“And you’re only seventeen?”
“Yep,” she said, then added, “How long will dis take?”
“I would like to get some blood samples and run a few tests. Is that okay?”
She shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“It’s your health, Miss McKey.”
She shrugged. Her attitude was unbelievable.
Chapter 7
“Either you gonna have an abortion, Summa, or you gonna move out!” Mrs. Diane shouted through the house.
Her anger showed on her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her blood pressure was rising by the minute. She walked through the house and opened Summer’s bedroom door, and to her surprise, she saw her daughter packing her kids’ clothes and a few pieces of clothing for herself. Summer stopped for a moment and stared at her mother, her eyes flaming red with anger.
“I’ll leave yo’ house, Mama.”
“Can we talk first?” Mrs. Diane had calmed down. She didn’t want her daughter to leave, at least not with the twins.
Summer didn’t respond. By now, she was crying and hurt, as well. Her mother came closer to her and tried to grab her hand, but Summer snatched it back.
With her eyes squinted, she said, “I’m leavin’.” Her teeth were
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