She sat there, hands covering her face, for what seemed like hours. How could her life come to this. Once she was beautiful young rich women; and now she was nothing. She used to go around flouncing her warjobe around. Now she flounced around an old orange jumpsuit. At least it wasn't black and white stripes she thought to herself. She hadn't seen her oldest son in years. He was too busy trying to support himself. Her thoughts were interrupted by the guard who came into her cell.
"There's someone here to see you." The guard said sharply.
She followed the other guard out threw the small long hall. The guards opened the double doors, and she walked through reluctantly. There he was, her other bastard son. He was sitting down calmly in his chair. She walked to the small booth, sat down, and picked up the phone from the receiver.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked impatiently.
"Why mother, is that anyway to talk to your favorite son?" He shot back sarcastically.
"Your not my favorite son; in fact, I can't stand the sight of you." She said with more anger in her voice.
"Now mother, that's quite rude. I love you. I love you so much, I had no choice but to put you away for a long- long time." He said with a smile on his face.
"You are such an evil child; if I had a chance I would kill you." She said threatenly.
"Mother, you shouldn't say things like that. I mean isn't that what your in here for." He said while trying to hold back his laughter.
"You know, I still have no clue as to why you're here." She said again.
"Well, I wanted to see what it was like to see you rotting the rest of your pity little life in jail." He said eagerly.
At this point, she couldn't take it anymore. She got up, picked up her chair, and began to beat it across the glass that seperated her from her son. He sat there watching his pathetic mother being detained by the police, and dragged away from the window to her cell. Wow he thought, that was quite theraputic. I'll have to do that more often.
He walked across the room to the payphone and began to dial the phone. A sleepy voice now greeted him.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey, it's me. I just got done with a visit to the jail." He said to her.
"Oh, and how is your lovely mother doing." She said.
"Hey cut the crap out, she's not lovely; she's bitchy. He said to her.
"Yeah, well she'll never change. So will I be seeing you anytime soon." She asked.
"Of course you will. As you know I'm never late for work." He said to her.
"Well, when will you be here?" She asked again.
"In a few hours. Go back to sleep; we have a long day tomorrow." He said to her before hanging up the phone.
Walking out of the penetentray , Fox Crane got back into his car, and prepared for the long brutal drive back to NY.