hear him say anything else, so I guessed this time she listened.
âCount all clear,â he said, presumably to Officer Jones. Sheâd said she was working this evening.
âThe doors will open in ten minutes, ladies. You can go to the dayroom or stay in your cells. The choice is yours.â
I put my tray in the slot, thankful my cell door would finally be opened. The truth was, though, I didnât feel like talking to anyone. Icared only about writing to Sophie. Jada and Carmen must feel the same way. I havenât heard a word from either one of them all night.
âYou coming out?â Roni asked after our doors unlocked. Inmates werenât allowed to congregate in any area other than the dayroom. She kept moving down the hallway as she talked. âI was hoping we could write.â She waved a few letters at me in the air.
âBe there in a minute,â I answered. Something love-worthy will do us both good.
Roni received mail several times a week. When her first letter arrived, we were sitting together. I watched her stare at the envelope, taking in the front and then the back. She even put it up to her nose and smelled it.
âWhoâs your letter from?â I had asked her after several minutes of this strange behavior.
Sheâd looked up with her tight eyes fixed squarely on me. I wished I could take back my question.
âSorry. None of my business.â I put my hands up in surrender and scooted my chair over.
She still didnât answer or look away.
Iâd done it this time. I sprung up, praying she wouldnât follow me, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
âIâm sorry, Roni.â My eyes stuck on her this time, begging her not to slam me against the concrete floor. âI wonât ask again.â
She took her arm off me. âI donât know who itâs from.â She threw the letter in my lap. âYou look.â
I rubbed my arm for a few seconds before picking up the letter, which was now lying faceup on the floor.
Roni canât read,
I figured out, since the name was written plain and clear.
âItâs from a Carl Cooper,â I told her, trying to gauge her reaction before I said any more. When she didnât respond, I said, âHe lives in Alabama.â
She still didnât say a word. After a few long minutes, she snatched the envelope from my hand and tore it in half.
A few weeks later another letter came. She asked me to read it to her when we were eating lunch together in the dayroom. I wasnât sure why sheâd changed her mind, but I removed the paper from the open slit in the top of the envelope.
âDear Roni,â
it started,
âI didnât hear back from you. Did you get my last letter?â
She stared at her sweet tea, stirring it with her plastic spoon. I continued:
âI heard what happened to you. Iâm so very sorry.â
She took her spoon out and put it beside her drink. Her head slumped over the table.
âI know I havenât been a part of your lifeâ
âI glanced up from the page to see if I should go on readingââ
but Iâd like to change that.â
Roni lifted her head up and stiffened her back against the chair. She pushed her half-eaten egg salad sandwich to the center of the table.
âIâd like to meet you.â
She cocked her rigid head and fixed her gaze, staring at something or someplace I couldnât see. Red lines formed in the corners of her eyes. She took the letter from me before I had a chance to finish.
I opened my mouth before I thought better. âWhoâs the letter from?â
She answered this time, but her voice sounded brittle. âMy father. My biological father.â
She didnât say another word and I didnât, either. The letters continued to stack up until one day when Carmen was in the infirmary and Jada paced in her cell, Roni asked me if I would help her write him back.
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