Best Orange

Visiting the jail, in connection with client matter. In the waiting area, the day after Valentine’s Day. Woman is there, waiting to be admitted to a visit, speaking to another.

I am from out of town, and am here to see my husband. He has been moved to so many jails over the past while; I haven’t seen him for five months.

He called me on Valentine’s Day. I told him I would be travelling to the jail to see him today. No car; took the bus. Then the local bus. And now here.

He was very pleased that we would finally get to see each other again.

I told him to make sure to wear his best orange, and to make himself sexy.

The two women laughed.

As did I.

As did the guards.

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