One weekend every month, for the last ten years. Except when they went on lockdown, which could happen at any time. A stabbing. Electrical repairs. She always had to call first, to make sure she wasn’t braving the trip only to be turned away at the door. They’d been lucky, though. He was only an hour away from her mother. If a visit fell through she could always go and stay with her. He’d been moved twice. This last place he’d been in for six years now. Long enough to establish a routine. A record of good behavior. Polite, predictable behavior. Easier for him without access to drinking. He used his time reading, following the daily schedule, listening to talk radio. He’d managed to get a job at the prison library after years on the waiting list. His disposition had improved a great deal since then. The boredom, the idleness, made him mean. He was gentler with her now. She had two hours for each visit and had to show up early. The metal detectors, the pat-downs—they took a while.
What do You think about I’ll Become The Sea (2010)?
