Prison Nation (21 page)
Authors: Jenni Merritt
Reed swung down, landing on his feet neatly. I carefully climbed down after him, not daring to jump until I had reached the last branch. As I landed on the ground, I saw Reed holding a hand out, ready to catch me if I fell. I straightened myself, watching him tuck his hand self-consciously into his jeans pocket.
We started to walk back, our baskets held tightly in our arms. Reaching the end of the Orchard, we set the baskets down carefully, then made our way down the dirt path toward the cluster of buildings.
“
Been in town yet, Millie?” Eddie asked, waving at a group of girls as we passed. The girls watched him a moment, then huddled in a circle and started to whisper to each other. I saw one girl glance back up, giggling and watching Eddie as we walked away.
Been in town yet, Millie?” Eddie asked, waving at a group of girls as we passed. The girls watched him a moment, then huddled in a circle and started to whisper to each other. I saw one girl glance back up, giggling and watching Eddie as we walked away.
“
Um, no. I didn’t know we could go.”
Um, no. I didn’t know we could go.”
Eddie laughed, smacking me lightly on the back. “Millie, you’re not in prison anymore, remember? You can go to the town if you wanna go to the town.”
I could see Reed watching Eddie, his lips suddenly tight. Whatever thought had taken hold of him passed and he let out a sigh. “Eddie, Millie is on her month long parole. She needs to check out.”
“
I need to what?” I was suddenly aware of how little I had found out about my parole rules. I should have known more, should have asked for more details on the rules.
I need to what?” I was suddenly aware of how little I had found out about my parole rules. I should have known more, should have asked for more details on the rules.
“
Don’t worry, Millie,” Reed said, moving to walk closer to me. “You just have to sign out. I’ll show you where.”
Don’t worry, Millie,” Reed said, moving to walk closer to me. “You just have to sign out. I’ll show you where.”
Eddie clapped his hands together. “Alright! You two get Mills permission to hit the town, and I will snag the outing goodies. Meet you by the gate.” With that, Eddie bounded off, disappearing into a nearby house.
Reed just shook his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Eddie. What would we do without Eddie?” I felt myself laughing with him. We walked along the path, barely noticing that our shoulders were brushing as we laughed.
The large house rose ahead of us. I had yet to step foot inside of it. In fact, since I had arrived two weeks ago, I hadn’t even walked near this large white house with perfect windows. I stared at it as we approached. It seemed almost too clean and perfect to be surrounded by the smaller, more run-down living quarters.
Reed walked up to a side door, not even pausing as he pulled it open and walked inside. I stayed close behind. The entryway was well lit, the walls just as white inside as they were outside. He turned down a hallway to the left and walked through another doorway, the white door propped open.
Inside the small room stood a desk, its surface covered in papers, plastic wrappers, and other loose ends. Every inch of the wall was covered in framed photographs. I slowed, taking in the images. Most were of the Orchard over the years, the first few so old that the black and white had faded to almost nothing. By the time I reached the end of the wall, I noticed that most of the images had Oscar standing off to one side, his hands nervously tucked at his side.
Noticing my eyes glued to the photographs, Reed stepped closer. Our shoulders barely brushed. Lifting a finger, he pointed at Oscar. “That’s Oscar Ramos.”
“
I know,” I said. “He was on my parole board.”
I know,” I said. “He was on my parole board.”
Reed looked at me a moment, then nodded. “Makes sense. I have heard of them doing that before.”
“
So, who is Oscar?” I asked.
So, who is Oscar?” I asked.
“
He runs this farm. Not the owner mind you, but has been hired to make sure it keeps going.” Reed looked at Oscar in one of the photos, then turned to me and smiled. “He’s a good guy. Probably scared the crap out of him to have to sit in that prison.”
He runs this farm. Not the owner mind you, but has been hired to make sure it keeps going.” Reed looked at Oscar in one of the photos, then turned to me and smiled. “He’s a good guy. Probably scared the crap out of him to have to sit in that prison.”
Reed caught himself, his face suddenly full of apology. I hadn’t even realized what he said until he looked at me with his eyes wide. “It’s fine,” I said softly. “I can’t blame him. For being scared.”
He started to walk toward a back room I hadn’t noticed before. I followed him, glancing once more at the photograph of Oscar before turning away. Reed spoke to me over his shoulder. “Oscar is a Transplant. So his English is a bit rough. And he prefers to still speak in his foreign tongue, which is cool and all, unless you have no idea what he is saying.”
Pausing, Reed turned to me, his face slightly embarrassed. “Transplant. I bet you have no idea what Transplant is.”
“
No, it’s alright,” I interrupted, watching his face lighten a bit at my intrusion to his apology. “Maria told me about them. She’s one too.”
No, it’s alright,” I interrupted, watching his face lighten a bit at my intrusion to his apology. “Maria told me about them. She’s one too.”
Reed smiled. “Maria.” The way he said her name, his lips curled still into that smile, suddenly made my face heat. Reed looked at me a moment, the smile softening. “Maria is a good person. Did you know she has a husband?”
“
She does?” I asked. Reed nodded. “Where is he? In Mexico still?”
She does?” I asked. Reed nodded. “Where is he? In Mexico still?”
His lips clenched tight for a moment before he turned and continued to the back room again, shaking his head. “He’s in prison.”
I hurried after him, wanting suddenly to hold his arm, to reassure him that Maria’s husband was alright. That he was safe. I couldn’t get myself to actually lift my hand to comfort him. I couldn’t form the words. A few weeks ago I would have said them without pause. Now, I found myself newly wondering how true they would be once they passed my lips.
Reed rapped his knuckles on the open door’s frame.
“
Hey Lou,” Reed said casually.
Hey Lou,” Reed said casually.
The man, Lou, nodded at Reed. “What can I do you for, Reed? Haven’t had to see you in here for some time now.”
“
Yeah, I know.” Reed motioned to me. Taking his cue, I walked forward and stood in front of Lou. “This is Millie. She was released two weeks ago. Eddie and I were hoping to take her into town today. Can you sign her out?”
Yeah, I know.” Reed motioned to me. Taking his cue, I walked forward and stood in front of Lou. “This is Millie. She was released two weeks ago. Eddie and I were hoping to take her into town today. Can you sign her out?”
Lou spun in his chair and opened a cabinet behind him. I watched as he flipped through some folders before finally finding the one he wanted. As he flopped it open, I saw my black and white photo plastered onto the first page. Did everyone have a file on me?
Lou read through a few pages, glancing at me occasionally, then leaned back and nodded. “Good marks. Looks like you passed with flying colors.”
“
Uh, yeah,” I answered.
Uh, yeah,” I answered.
“
You just have to sign here.” Lou slid a clipboard to me, a paper stuck on it with columns carefully drawn out. I signed my name where he pointed. Lou turned to Reed. “You’re taking responsibility for her then?” Reed nodded. Lou slid the board to him and Reed signed next to my name. “Got your ID card on you, Millie?”
You just have to sign here.” Lou slid a clipboard to me, a paper stuck on it with columns carefully drawn out. I signed my name where he pointed. Lou turned to Reed. “You’re taking responsibility for her then?” Reed nodded. Lou slid the board to him and Reed signed next to my name. “Got your ID card on you, Millie?”
I reached into my pocket, grabbed the small plastic card and handed it over to Lou. He glanced at it a moment, his eyes quickly flicking up to take in my face once, then handed it back to me.
“
One more thing.” Lou stood and reached into a cupboard above his head. I watched as he pulled down the small device that every guard in the prison carried. “New procedures. I guess they want to keep a better watch on their releases.”
One more thing.” Lou stood and reached into a cupboard above his head. I watched as he pulled down the small device that every guard in the prison carried. “New procedures. I guess they want to keep a better watch on their releases.”
Out of reflex, I held out my wrist, twisting my hand so the carved code on my bracelet was easy for him to scan. Reed watched me, his brows knotted together. Lou quickly scanned the bracelet, waited for the device to beep, then nodded again.
“
Alright, that’s it. Have fun in town.”
Alright, that’s it. Have fun in town.”
Reed thanked him quickly then motioned for me to head out of the room. He walked close behind me, causing me to hurry as we headed out the door.
“
I’m sorry,” he said under his breath.
I’m sorry,” he said under his breath.
“
For what?” I had no idea what he would need to apologize for.
For what?” I had no idea what he would need to apologize for.
“
I didn’t know they would have to scan you.”
I didn’t know they would have to scan you.”
“
Reed, really, it’s fine. I have had my wrist scanned pretty much daily for my entire life.”
Reed, really, it’s fine. I have had my wrist scanned pretty much daily for my entire life.”
Reed shook his head, hands shoved into pockets as we made our way to the gate. “No, it’s not fine. You aren’t in there anymore. They shouldn’t make you feel like you are.”
“
I don’t –”
I don’t –”
“
You didn’t see your face, Millie. You looked so… you looked like a prisoner waiting for your rations.”
You didn’t see your face, Millie. You looked so… you looked like a prisoner waiting for your rations.”
I didn’t know what to say. Reed seemed genuinely angry. I couldn’t tell if it was more at himself, or at the Prison. Either way, he had clammed up, keeping his mouth shut as he stared into the distance. I leaned against the post of the gate, watching him.
The sound of Eddie’s heavy footsteps bounding towards us relieved the tension that hung in the air like thick smoke. I smiled at him, welcoming his playful wink. Eddie didn’t seem to notice the mood Reed had fallen into. He playfully slapped his friend on the back, then made his way through the gate.
“
Well, come on then!” Eddie said happily. “Let’s get away from this apple picking prison already.”
15Well, come on then!” Eddie said happily. “Let’s get away from this apple picking prison already.”
T
he town was just as I remembered it. People ambled down the walk, couples held hands, children laughed as they skipped and jumped in dizzy circles. Two weeks ago, the drive from the small town to the Orchard had been long and bumpy as I sat next to silent Oscar. Walking with always talking Eddie made time fly. Even with Reed still in his oddly quiet mood, I barely noticed the walk until we arrived at the first building.
he town was just as I remembered it. People ambled down the walk, couples held hands, children laughed as they skipped and jumped in dizzy circles. Two weeks ago, the drive from the small town to the Orchard had been long and bumpy as I sat next to silent Oscar. Walking with always talking Eddie made time fly. Even with Reed still in his oddly quiet mood, I barely noticed the walk until we arrived at the first building.
We slowed as we passed. I turned to look in the windows, gazing in awe at the clothing that draped across display racks behind the clear glass. It was so colorful. Vibrant. Alive. Though I had on the dark blue shirt that had been given to me in my release box, I still wore the white t-shirt much too often for my liking. Peeking through the shop’s shining window, I couldn’t see a white shirt anywhere.
I reluctantly kept walking, my eyes still trailing the shop window. In the reflection I caught Reed watching me, a soft smile spreading on his face. I warmed inside. It was good to see that smile again. As his smile grew, I could see the humor that tinged his lips, amusement as he watched me, and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.
Eddie took his place walking in front of us, hands tucked loosely in his pockets of his jacket, back straight as he coolly glanced around. I realized for the first time that he had grabbed a backpack, which now hung from one shoulder, swinging back and forth as he ambled down the sidewalk.
We passed other shops, some showing food, some posters for travel or houses for sale. I couldn’t get enough. The sun kissed my face, the stirred dirt of the road tickled my nose. I took in a deep breath, tasting life.
Eddie steered to the left and twisted the shiny handle of a clear glass door. The door swung open smoothly. Eddie flashed me a cheesy smile, his chin held strangely high as he ushered Reed and me through the waiting doorway. I glanced at Reed. He was smiling, his head shaking slightly in humor at his friend.
Walking into the open entry, I was hit with the warm, amazing aromas of cooking food. The mixed smells of meat, baked bread, and fresh vegetables mixed to completely intoxicate the air. I had eaten more in the last two weeks than I could remember, and yet I still felt hungry. Eddie pushed ahead of me, hurrying to merge into a line that waited in front of a low counter.
We had just joined the line when a couple entered and moved to cut in front of us. They were young, most likely our age. Judging from the crispness of their clothing and sparkle of their jewelry, they did not work at the Orchard. Or anywhere remotely similar.
“
Hey,” Eddie said, his voice low and menacing. “Get in line like the rest of us have to.”
Hey,” Eddie said, his voice low and menacing. “Get in line like the rest of us have to.”
The man turned to look at Eddie. He took his time to scan Eddie, his lips pursed, jagged lines radiating out in an angry sun. Instantly an image of Dr. Eriks flooded my mind, her perfect spray of lines oddly detailed and focused. I didn’t like thinking of her. I hadn’t since my release. Instantly I knew I didn’t like this man who looked down at Eddie from his much too perfect nose, even though Eddie towered over him.
The man chuckled. “Calm down, Ginger. You will get your grub.”
The man reached out and roughly patted Eddie on the arm. I could see Eddie’s shoulders suddenly bunch up, his fists tightening at his sides. Taking a step forward, Eddie seemed to grow even taller as he glowered down at the man.
“
What are you going to do, apple picker?” the man asked. His voice sounded like it had been greased with oil, smooth and reeking of money. Eddie took another step forward, his hands rising at his sides into tight fists.
What are you going to do, apple picker?” the man asked. His voice sounded like it had been greased with oil, smooth and reeking of money. Eddie took another step forward, his hands rising at his sides into tight fists.
“
Get. In. Line.” Eddie growled. His face turned a deep red.
Get. In. Line.” Eddie growled. His face turned a deep red.
The man chuckled, his voice sounding slightly worried as he let his eyes flick down to Eddie’s fists. “Hit me, Ginger, and I will see to it that this is the last hot meal you get. I hear the Prison needs more workers.” He laughed again, his confidence regaining as his arrogance took over. “I bet you are just the type they would kill for.”
Eddie growled, unable to make words as he pushed his body up against the man. The man’s date took a step back, tightening her grasp on her small purse as her wide, heavily made-up eyes stared at Eddie.
Reed glanced at me a moment, then stepped forward and rested a hand firmly on Eddie’s back. The woman laughed nervously. Reaching up, she rubbed her date’s shoulder seductively before turning her back to us. She glanced over her shoulder once more at Eddie before coolly smiling, her eyes still alive with fear. Her hips swayed just enough under her tight skirt to distract her date. The man looked back to Eddie then over to Reed, whose hand still rested firmly on Eddie’s back. Without another word, he smirked then turned away.
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