I stared through the glass at Deshavi, "Are they treating you all right?"
She nodded, "Why hasn't Trent come?" She asked forlornly.
I sat forward, "I told him not to and for the moment he's listening. He's on the thin edge of reason right now and I don't want to make the situation worse by him losing his temper and going off on a guard or something."
She nodded understanding.
"He is going to write you letters. One for every day. You should start getting them soon. Deshavi I need to ask you something. The theft charges are they all true?"
"Yes!" She responded miserably.
"All right I need you to do something brave for me. I need you to plead guilty to all charges. Don't try to plea bargain or cop a deal of any kind."
She nodded, "Okay." She said, as she began to cry.
"Grandpa?"
"Yes honey?"
"I can't do this! I can't survive in here!"
I placed my hand on the glass and she reached out to line hers up with mine.
"Do you trust me?"
"You know I do grandpa!"
"Then you know it's true, when I tell you that there's no way I'm going to let you stay in here, for long."
She nodded.
"It might take a little while, but have faith and be strong. Some prayers wouldn't hurt either okay?"
"Okay."
"All right I have work to do to get you out of here."
I left her then looking hopeful, but there were many hurdles yet to cross in getting her out of jail legally. Two weeks later she pleaded guilty to all charges and was sentenced to thirty years, with the possible chance of parole in ten.
Three months and seven days later
Deshavi sat on the edge of her bunk reading yesterday's letter, as a soft smile played about on her face. Her cellmate on the top bunk groaned loudly, "Reading another of those mushy letters for the umpteenth time! I've had so much exposure to love in the last three months that I could puke for a month full of Sundays!"
Deshavi commented dryly never looking up from her letter, "I've never noticed you passing up an opportunity to read one that I've given you."
"There's precious little else to do." Groused her cell companion grumpily.
Deshavi was grateful beyond words could express for her fellow prisoner. They'd come in to the prison at the same time together. One week into their stay they'd been cornered by a group of butch's in the shower area. The four butch's had hit the deck of the shower stall in varying forms of broken manglement so quickly that Deshavi hadn't even gotten a punch in. Since then neither of them had been bothered in the slightest by guard or inmate alike.