Turning Table

Part 167

*** The Grudge ***

ROSETTA

"You were arrested because of that man that is behind bars, and yet you want to go visit him are you really hearing yourself, Rose? Are we forgetting that you are out on parole? "

I rolled my eyes feeling irritated

"One question at a time please, "I said with an annoyed voice

"don't patronize me, Rose!"

I breath out loud and looked outside my window, apparently the law states that Visitors who are on parole, probation, or under the supervision of a court shall not be permitted to visit an offender without the prior approval of the Superintendent of the facility and the supervising Parole Agent, Probation Officer, or Court Officer. If approval is granted, the ex-offender must present the approval letter each time they request a visit.

So here I am kissing ass to this woman who thinks that my being in Prison has something to do with my criminal dealings with my husband who is behind bars, so by law, I am prohibited to visit him.

Me: all I'm asking is just 15 minutes tops, I know you can pull a few strings"

Her: Rose I'm your parole officer, not a magician "

Me: look Oyama is still in a holding cell he has not even appeared in court so please ...I only ask just a few minutes with the basted "

Her: you are putting me in a tight spot, Rose"

Me: just make that call and I promise you will never hear from me again; this will be the first and last time I ask for anything from you ... "

She kept quiet for a few seconds and then asked

"Can I at least get the reason for the visit? "

I removed my phone from my ear and looked at it and mouth with an angry face "What the fuck!!!"I inwardly clicked my tongue

Me: it's personal "I said through my teeth

Her: Rose! Do you have any idea how that sounds to me?... you, having a private personal meeting with the continent's most fear drug lord "

Me: to me he is just my Husband "I said rolling my eyes

Her: a husband who put you to jail for years? Rose don't bullshit me! "

Me: look I need to know if it's safe for my son to be introduced to his family since his father is behind bars and the identity of my son is known now... "

Her: WHAT?... you have a son with Oyama?"

Me: as I said ... it's personal, so are you going to make that call or what? "

She breath out loud thinking I presume and thereafter she said "give me a few minutes, let me make a few call ... "

Me: thank you "I said and dropping the call

I started biting my inner cheek as I sat in my car and looked at this red brick wall fence that separates the free from the uncastrated, my heart beat in fear without any reason, but something inside me tells me that the feeling I have has everything to do with me being in this place.

I was ranked as a first-time offender for a crime I did not commit and when I was sentenced, I learned the hard way how to transition from society as a civilian to being incarcerated and given a number in a system, and that is when I realized that prison is a place that is designed to destroy any human being's identity. It was a degrading experience from the time I stepped out of the chain-gang bus to being verbally belittled by ranking officers with remarks such as, "Get out of your clothes now!"