That’s what I tell my lawyer first time I meet her.“Travis,” she say to me, “what am I supposed to do with that?”“Shit, girl, you my lawyer. You figure it out.”We in a room at the jail where prisoners meet with they lawyers, a guard watchin’ through a window make sure I don’t climb inside her pants and escape. Hard floor, hard chairs, hard everything.Her name Alex Stone, Public Defender. She don’t look like much. Hit me ‘bout at my shoulders. Black hair cut short and tight. Got on black pants, black shirt and one of them six-pointed stars around her neck I seen Jews wear. She skinny and flat like she work out all the time. Got muscles ‘stead of tits. Girl gotta be on the down low.“You a lesbian?”She cross her arms. “Yeah.”“Jew?”“Two for two.”“So I got a Jew dyke for a lawyer. This shit is fucked up, man.”“Yeah, well don’t feel bad. Looks like I’ve got a black client who hates Jews and gays. I guess we’re both fucked.”I look at her, girl smilin’, maybe playin’ wit me.
