Angela; Once Again a Time
I look at him and see a monster. A person of gratifying solitude in his own midst of psychotic. He stares past me.
"Saul. Look at me," I demand. A flash of detrimental feelings in his eyes lets me know he resents my being here. "We have a plan."
"Really? A new one? A better one? I can't wait to hear this." Through the clear glass his breath fogs up a small area and he loosely holds the telephone to his ear, right beside his scar. A chill follows then and I look away from it.
"You have to confess." The words escape me as easily as the catching of a fire in a rainforest. They linger too long. He looks at me now, agitated.
"And then what? Yins run free?"
"No, we-d-"
"I don't want to hear anymore. I already have shit to worry about." He slams the phone down on the receiver. I hear it on the other end. The scraping of his worn chair on the enamel causes a loud screeching through the room. I cringe where I sit on the other side.
"Saul," I say forcefully. He turns just slightly and stiffens. He moves on.
I clear my throat and stand silently in my floral dress. I hate them and was told to look like the nice lady I was by Reese. What bullshit. I go to step outside. The warden eyes me as I pass by, grabbing my arm before I can go any further. He looks at me, an intense glare that warns me of ever coming again. I sneer and lurch away from him, moving my feet as I was. I flatten my dress like a lady should and walk to Reese's car. He watches from the front seat.
"So? He go for it?" I slam the door behind me and only roll my eyes, pulling a cigarette from the dash.
"You tell me," I respond, lighting up. "Drive," I say. And he does.
"Well there goes our plan. Fuck!" He slams his palm against the steering the wheel. The force of it jostles the car.
"You don't know that yet. It's a sin to lie in court, especially under oath. He could be held in contempt. We need an alibi and soon. This shit will be all over the papers before we can say innocent.
"So, Ms. Hammick, where were you the night of the killing of Ariel Mars and how do you know her?"
I smile, blowing cigarette smoke into the air, watching it filter in the car's stale scent.
"Just don't spend too much time with your head up your ass. We've had enough of that."
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean? What else is there to do but watch him confess in court?" He seems to have it all played out, the best laid plans of mice and men.
"We aren't going to the trail, you dumbass. And it means don't be a fucking idiot."
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