she couldn’t even check to see if her brother was hurt.
“What happened this time?” she asked Kyle after the guard left.
“Just some talk that got out of hand,” he said dismissively. “Some people have nothing better to do around here than run off at the mouth.”
“Kyle, you’re smarter than that.”
“That’s what Mom said to me when I came home after fighting Robbie Wilmer in the sixth grade. My first black eye.”
“Well, since Mom’s not here, you need to hear it from someone else.”
“I’m not trying to get in trouble, Jordo.” Kyle looked her in the eyes. “But this isn’t Jane Addams Elementary School. There are different rules here, and if I want to survive the next fourteen months, I’ve got to play by them.”
How tempted she was right then to tell him about the deal she’d made with the FBI. Not another fourteen months. Just one more week . But she kept her mouth shut. “Did the fight get you in trouble again with the guards?”
“A little disciplinary segregation never hurt anyone. You were about to say something else right then.”
He really did know her too well. “I was going to yell at you some more, but decided it would be a wasted effort.”
“Why do I think there’s something you’re not telling me?”
“Because you . . . have a lot of time on your hands these days so you look for mysteries where there are none?” she suggested.
“Or maybe I’m just really insightful. And if you’re hiding something from me, Jordo, I’ll figure it out.”
“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Insightful. If only you could use your ‘insight’ to keep yourself out of prison from now on, that would be helpful.”
Kyle squeezed her hand. “Aw, I’m so glad you came, sis. You have no idea how much I enjoy these little visits of ours. Ah . . . crap.”
The guard was back at their table.
Kyle took his hand off hers. “I know, I know. No contact.”
Jordan peered up at the guard. “What’s with all the rules? You’d think we were in prison or something.”
The guard’s stoic face remained unchanged as he turned and walked away.
Jordan turned to Kyle. “Seriously, I don’t even get a smile for that? Tough crowd.”
Kyle looked around at the inmates in orange jumpsuits and armed guards. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
She caught his eye and smiled. But she was more careful this time not to let her thoughts show.
Just one more week, Kyle. Hang in there.
Five
“SO HOW’S KYLE doing?”
Jordan poured three glasses of wine and handed one each to Melinda and Corinne. “You know Kyle. He says he’s fine.” She set the wine bottle off to the side and picked up the third glass for herself. “But judging from the bruise on his face and the cuts on his hands, I’d say that his definition of ‘fine’ differs from mine.”
She and her two friends had met at DeVine Cellars after the store closed, and were seated at a table near the racks of sparkling wine and champagne. As per their usual routine, Jordan provided the wine, and Melinda and Corinne brought dinner and dessert.
“He got in another fight?” Melinda asked. “What’s the deal with this prison? Don’t they have any guards there, or are the inmates running the asylum?”
Corinne was a bit more tactful. “Can’t they separate Kyle from the guys giving him a hard time?”
“Kyle says he doesn’t want special treatment. He thinks it will go away if he doesn’t back down, like it’s some kind of rite of passage. He told me that if these guys were ‘serious’ about hurting him, they’d use a weapon.” Jordan swirled her glass, letting the wine open up. “I can’t believe the current upside of my thirty-three-year-old brother’s life is that his fights don’t involve weapons .”
She saw the concern on Melinda and Corinne’s faces. “Sorry. Enough about me and my family problems. Let’s talk about something else. What’s going on with you guys?”
As they ate, the three of them chatted
“What happened this time?” she asked Kyle after the guard left.
“Just some talk that got out of hand,” he said dismissively. “Some people have nothing better to do around here than run off at the mouth.”
“Kyle, you’re smarter than that.”
“That’s what Mom said to me when I came home after fighting Robbie Wilmer in the sixth grade. My first black eye.”
“Well, since Mom’s not here, you need to hear it from someone else.”
“I’m not trying to get in trouble, Jordo.” Kyle looked her in the eyes. “But this isn’t Jane Addams Elementary School. There are different rules here, and if I want to survive the next fourteen months, I’ve got to play by them.”
How tempted she was right then to tell him about the deal she’d made with the FBI. Not another fourteen months. Just one more week . But she kept her mouth shut. “Did the fight get you in trouble again with the guards?”
“A little disciplinary segregation never hurt anyone. You were about to say something else right then.”
He really did know her too well. “I was going to yell at you some more, but decided it would be a wasted effort.”
“Why do I think there’s something you’re not telling me?”
“Because you . . . have a lot of time on your hands these days so you look for mysteries where there are none?” she suggested.
“Or maybe I’m just really insightful. And if you’re hiding something from me, Jordo, I’ll figure it out.”
“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Insightful. If only you could use your ‘insight’ to keep yourself out of prison from now on, that would be helpful.”
Kyle squeezed her hand. “Aw, I’m so glad you came, sis. You have no idea how much I enjoy these little visits of ours. Ah . . . crap.”
The guard was back at their table.
Kyle took his hand off hers. “I know, I know. No contact.”
Jordan peered up at the guard. “What’s with all the rules? You’d think we were in prison or something.”
The guard’s stoic face remained unchanged as he turned and walked away.
Jordan turned to Kyle. “Seriously, I don’t even get a smile for that? Tough crowd.”
Kyle looked around at the inmates in orange jumpsuits and armed guards. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
She caught his eye and smiled. But she was more careful this time not to let her thoughts show.
Just one more week, Kyle. Hang in there.
Five
“SO HOW’S KYLE doing?”
Jordan poured three glasses of wine and handed one each to Melinda and Corinne. “You know Kyle. He says he’s fine.” She set the wine bottle off to the side and picked up the third glass for herself. “But judging from the bruise on his face and the cuts on his hands, I’d say that his definition of ‘fine’ differs from mine.”
She and her two friends had met at DeVine Cellars after the store closed, and were seated at a table near the racks of sparkling wine and champagne. As per their usual routine, Jordan provided the wine, and Melinda and Corinne brought dinner and dessert.
“He got in another fight?” Melinda asked. “What’s the deal with this prison? Don’t they have any guards there, or are the inmates running the asylum?”
Corinne was a bit more tactful. “Can’t they separate Kyle from the guys giving him a hard time?”
“Kyle says he doesn’t want special treatment. He thinks it will go away if he doesn’t back down, like it’s some kind of rite of passage. He told me that if these guys were ‘serious’ about hurting him, they’d use a weapon.” Jordan swirled her glass, letting the wine open up. “I can’t believe the current upside of my thirty-three-year-old brother’s life is that his fights don’t involve weapons .”
She saw the concern on Melinda and Corinne’s faces. “Sorry. Enough about me and my family problems. Let’s talk about something else. What’s going on with you guys?”
As they ate, the three of them chatted
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