John asked one day after they had finished talking about how the 2013/14 NBA season looked. “I guess I’ll go to my Mom’s house. She hasn’t answered the phone anytime when I’ve called, though.” John frowned a little. “Wait a minute. Hasn’t she come to see you since you’ve been in here? Even once?” Toby shook his head and looked down at the tabletop. “No.” John took a deep breath and let it out before speaking again. When he resumed the conversation it was in a quieter voice. “Would you like for me to give her a call? I will, you know.” Toby shrugged. “I guess. That is if you want to. I don’t know if she will talk to you either. She’s pretty pissed at me.” “I guess she is if she hasn’t even come by to see you. Do you get any visitors at all?” Toby’s face fell a little. He hadn’t talked to John about this because he felt embarrassed. He was the only prisoner that had been in the tank more than a month who hadn’t had even one visitor. Some of the inmates got a visit every other day, some more often than that. One guy had gotten back to back visits from his wife AND his girlfriend one day. Toby had been incarcerated for over six months and hadn’t seen anyone except John and Max Lundquist.
