A jail in Rhode Island- Sunday evening
Over the last few years, Jaye had accumulated quite the rap sheet. Shoplifting (she'd gotten good enough to not get caught anymore), hit and run, vandalism... And it was all because of those stupid talky animals.
This time was absolutely no different.
In fact, the guard who let her go make her one phone call even greeted her with "Hey, Jaye." She gave him an irritated little wave and dialed the number she knew by heart, even in this age of speed dial.
"Sharon Tyler, this had better be good."
"I'm in jail," Jaye said in lieu of hello. What, Sharon skipped a hi.
Sharon sighed directly into the phone, not even asking who it was. "Again? What'd you do now?"
"Assault," Jaye said, and added, "It really wasn't that bad. She's only pressing charges because she thought I was scamming on her fug boyfriend." She wasn't. She was trying to reunite him with some chick who may or may not be his long lost sister. And this was the thanks she got. She was trying to do some good things here. Did people press charges against Mother Theresa? No, of course not. Mother Theresa probably didn't throw bad punches at little blonde bitches because a toy lion told her to, but that was not the point.
There was another sigh from Sharon's end, and she said, "Same jail as last time?"
"Yep."
"I have to drive out there. Try not to make them rack up any more charges before I get there, and do not say a word to anyone."
"I know the drill," Jaye said, and Sharon hung up on her. Now to sit in a cell and not make comments about making the other people her bitches.
This time was absolutely no different.
In fact, the guard who let her go make her one phone call even greeted her with "Hey, Jaye." She gave him an irritated little wave and dialed the number she knew by heart, even in this age of speed dial.
"Sharon Tyler, this had better be good."
"I'm in jail," Jaye said in lieu of hello. What, Sharon skipped a hi.
Sharon sighed directly into the phone, not even asking who it was. "Again? What'd you do now?"
"Assault," Jaye said, and added, "It really wasn't that bad. She's only pressing charges because she thought I was scamming on her fug boyfriend." She wasn't. She was trying to reunite him with some chick who may or may not be his long lost sister. And this was the thanks she got. She was trying to do some good things here. Did people press charges against Mother Theresa? No, of course not. Mother Theresa probably didn't throw bad punches at little blonde bitches because a toy lion told her to, but that was not the point.
There was another sigh from Sharon's end, and she said, "Same jail as last time?"
"Yep."
"I have to drive out there. Try not to make them rack up any more charges before I get there, and do not say a word to anyone."
"I know the drill," Jaye said, and Sharon hung up on her. Now to sit in a cell and not make comments about making the other people her bitches.