“Don’t they have phones in prisons?” he said in an accusatory tone. “You were there for days. You could have called me.”
Luz clearly had a misconception about how prison calls worked, or undercover cops, for that matter.
“Anyway, how was it?” he said before I could explain. “Is dropping soap a thing there, or is it something you only see in movies?”
“I wouldn’t know. Adam watched my back, so—”
“Hold up!” Luz cut in. “Adam was there? With you?”
“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you that?”
“No, you conveniently forgot that part!” Luz exclaimed. “Wait, a minute… does that mean that you showered together? Did you see him naked?”
“That’s how showering usually works,” I mocked him.
“So, what happened?”
I hesitated, picking at my cuticle. “Nothing.”
“You fucking liar. Tell me what happened, or I’m coming to Smitsville, I swear to God.”
“I embarrassed myself, okay?” I exclaimed, relenting. “In fact, I can’t look at myself in the mirror since it happened. If I could take it all back...”
You wouldn’t do it.
“What the hell happened?”
“Long story short, I got drunk and kissed him.”
“Whom?”
“Adam.”
Luz gasped. “You’re shitting me.”
“I wish.”
“And what did he do?”
“I don’t know. I fainted or something.”
“And?”
“And then nothing. Until he kissed me.”
“Sorry, can you repeat that part?”
“He kissed me.”
“Adam Markland kissed you?”
“Yes.”
“In the mouth?”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. He says it doesn’t mean anything. What happens in prison stays in prison, or something like that.”
For a few moments, deathly silence ensued.
