January 1 1959

“It was a Saturday night… and I was working at The planet… busy night…. But then there she was… she came in and everyone stopped what they were doing…She was beautiful. Her hair was what god had in mind when he said, ‘let it be…’”

“Hair right, hair?”

“Hair yea… she gave me a smile so sweet you could have poor it on your pancakes. She was wearing a white trench coat so white that rain would be embarrassed to fall on it. The skirt she was wearing was so tight you could read the embroidery on her underwear. It said, ‘Wash in lukewarm water and spin lightly…. She had a Mount Rushmore t-shirt on, and does guys never looked so good…especially Lincoln… kind of bloated but happy, if you know what I mean…”

“Right”

“Her canella skin, and full brown eyes. It was an honor just to sit there and inhale the same air… that she had so recently exhaled… just to exchange the atmosphere between us, so to speak.”

“But what did she want?”

“She was looking for the Presbyterian church… and like a dope, I told her where it was. And out of my life she went, just as…quickly and erotically as she entered it”

“Telling the same story to the new Bee’s Shane?” ahh Alice… 30 years to go the poor woman.. she killed her boss

“The only story I know babe… Anyways… that was the first time and last time… I ever fell in love” I got up and joined Alice who was walking to the center… that were all the convicts eat

“I’ve never asked you… is that story really true or you just tell that to all the new ones just to act like the bad ass who doesn’t fall in love” I laughed at her… I always do…

“No… it’s actually true”

“You fell in love with someone you didn’t know…?”

“Yes “

“But you saw her for a second”

“So?” Alice looked at me like if I was crazy… and maybe I am…

“OK…. So when was that ENCOUNTER?”

“…. 10 years ago….”

10 long… long years… the longest years of my life. I did fall in love with the lady in white…she was the last good thing that happened to me… after that everything went to hell, I got convicted of killing this guy named Mark. He tried to take advantage of me and I killed him… and now I’m here…San Francis Jail for woman in LA. I’va live here for 9 years now… one more year and I’m out… I am nobody’s bitch and I don’t have any… I’m well respected here thanks to Bette Porter… the director here… she was my friend back when I was free… and she still is, so people know better than to mess with me or my friends. Also the baddest, bigger bitch (that’s how they say it here) Kit(Bette sister) is also convicted and she takes care of me if some stupid girl tries to play with my innocence. So its not that bad… if you can live without parties, friends, good beds, privacy, a tub, Basking Robbins once in a wile, family… and just your freedom.
I can’t wait to get out and smell the sweet smell of freedom… witch I know it wouldn’t smell like iron or metal.