I sat in my cell waiting to be escorted out of Samson State Penitentiary for good. True to his word,my lawyer had gotten three months shaved off my sentence for good behavior. It had been so touch and go, I hadn't even told anyone I was being released today. It was the way I wanted it. I didn't want anyone picking me up looking at me or just being in my space. I needed a few hours to just be alone after damn near two years of no privacy. I planned on taking a cab into the city to my place,taking a nice hot shower,shaving ordering a meal of my choice,then I was going to see my sister...and my wife.
“ Terrence man can you do me a favor?”
“ Depends on what the favor is man,I'm not doing anything that gets me in any trouble or around someone I don't want to be around.”
“ Man I just need you to check on my baby mama for me. Cherise ain’t visited in damn near a month. I ain’t got no money on my books either. Can you call this number and see what's up? Tell her to get at me.” Marquise his soon to be former cellmate asked.
“ I'll call once but that's it, I can't take up too much time calling your baby mama. Man you been in here a minute you may need to realize she may be tired. Every woman ain't built for this. I'll tell you what I can do to help you out. I'ma see about putting a couple months on the books for you . At least that's one less thing you have to worry about in here. I'll get you set up for the next four months. Hopefully you'll have some answers by then. Another thing,if you want some legit work when you get out,come holla at me. I got you.” I said standing to look around my cell impatiently.
“ Nigga you already know I'ma get at you. This my first and last time up in this muthafucka. Man you sure about leaving me this stuff?”
Marquise’s eyes were wide looking at the virtual goldmine I was leaving behind.
“ Yeah man I don't need none of it. I'm walking out with the clothes on my back. If any of this stuff makes your time here more comfortable you're welcome to it.” I said stepping over to the cell door and looking at the clock. Right on time, I thought smiling watching the guards walking towards my cell.
“ Let's go Hill!” the guard barked.
“ Take care man. I'll make that call for you and hook your books up.”
“ Be easy man.” Marquise said wishing like hell it was him walking out of those penitentiary doors. His time was coming though. Six more months and he planned to be out just like Hill.
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