HAPPILY EVER AFTER, OR SO THE THOUGHT.

“Inmate 419, you have a visitor calling.”

Walking through the door to the visitor room where we were let to see our guest I saw my lawyer at the corner of the building. The old geezer looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in this stink hole for a visitation.

He sights me and straightens his poster plastering that weird smile of his. “This way Alfredo.” He calls waving at me. Fucker.

Dropping on the seat, I don’t have time to beat around the bush, “What did the court say Richie? Will I get a lower sentence or what?” I ask impatiently....