December 10th, 2017
Karin and I went to visit our loved one in jail. I was the first one called into the room to speak with her. I sat down and she motioned me to pick up the telephone receiver. Her buzz cut is starting to grow out. She no longer has that funky, Sinead O’Conner look. Her hair is still a reddish color from some dye she used several weeks ago. I wonder what her natural hair color actually is. I can’t seem to remember.
The young woman looked visibly upset. She seemed to be at the verge of crying.
I asked her, “What’s up?” I didn’t ask her how she was, because I already knew the answer to that question.
The loved one started weeping softly. Then she calmed herself and said, “When I leave this place, they will probably send me to Taycheedah, near Fond du Lac. That’s where they sort out which prison to send you to. They decide how violent you are, and then you go to either maximum security or minimum. I don’t think I’ll be going to maximum. I had that battery charge, but they downgraded it to disorderly conduct.”
“Okay”, I replied.
She started sobbing, “I don’t know what to do about visits when I get there. I have to send you guys a letter or something…but I don’t know the procedure.”
She paused and said haltingly, “I’m worried that I won’t ever get to see you guys again!”
I looked away for a moment.
Then I told her, “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out. With all the stuff that’s happened before…we figured it out. We always figure it out.”
She wiped away her tears with her hand. Her breathing became more regular.
“Okay”, she said.
I looked at her, and said softly, “We’ll figure it out.”