He always says he wants to see me, he loves me. And he’ll call me when he can—sometimes a collect call from jail and sometimes from a new cell phone number when he’s out—and wonder aloud why I won’t come see him, then tell me about the latest person to steal from him, or who he stole from last, or how he got a little money and wants to send me some, wants to send birthday money and Christmas money, but the cards never come, that money never arrives, and he doesn’t call back.
