You have a collect call from JUAN. To accept charges dial one. I pressed one so many times that I didn’t let the rest of the recording play. “Juan, baby are you okay? What happened?” “Ma, just like the last time, I can’t talk long. I need you to come up here. I don’t want to say much over the phone.” “What are your charges?” “Possession of a fire arm, and a controlled substance. Where’s Denie?” “She hasn’t come home yet. Oh my gosh Juan, what the hell happened?” “When you come see me, I’ll tell you everything. Find your daughter in the meantime.” “Juan, tell me what’s going on,” I pleaded. Suddenly, I began to cry. “Ma, just get over here as soon as you can. I gotta get off the phone. I got a visit this afternoon, so come up here. I love you Ma, and stop crying I’ll be alright.”
