spat.
The rest of the officers continued to tear the house up. They found another bag full of pure, uncut cocaine in a canister in the kitchen. Kori was a parolee, one strike away from his third strike. He knew he was going to be facing down a life sentence this time. As he was carted out of the house and loaded into the back of a paddy wagon, Kori could only wonder if his predicament was a karmic consequence of how he had treated Kima.
* * *
âJacobs! You got a visit!â the C.O. called out. Kori sat up in his cell and looked at the C.O. strangely. âYou gonâ move or what? I said you got a visit,â the C.O. said again.
Kori just wanted to make sure he had heard him correctly. Kori hadnât had a visitor since he had been sent upstate. He got up and prepared for the tier walk to the visit house. Koriâs mind raced with a million different possibilities of who could be visiting him. It couldnât be any of his boys; none of them would dare put their names down on a prison visit form for fear of immediate arrest. Kori didnât fuck with his parents, although he was sure his trifling-ass family had read about him in the papers and knew about him blowing trial. Kori had put it all on the line and lost.
Kori was escorted into the visit house, where he was searched again for the third time since he had left the tier. When the door to the visit room opened and the C.O. pointed out the visitor, Koriâs jaws went slack and his mouth hung open. His legs felt weak and he couldnât move. Kori was in disbelief.
âYou gonna go visit with that fine-ass thing, or you gonna stand here stuck on stupid, Jacobs?â the C.O. urged, giving Kori a small shove on the shoulder to move him along.
Kori blinked back tears. For the first time he thought he was feeling what true love felt like. After everything he had done, after all of his betrayal, lies, and leaving her for dead, Kori was staring at his visitorâKima.
Kori moved slowly to the table and he stood there for a few seconds. Kima had a smirk on her face. Kori couldnât really say it was a smile. She didnât stand up to greet him either. Kori was at a loss for words. He had a simple looking smile on his face.
âWâassup, Kima? I sure didnât expect to see you visiting a nigga like me,â Kori said, breaking the awkward silence between them.
Kima nodded. She too was fighting back tears that burned in the back of her eye sockets. Kima told herself she wasnât shedding another fucking tear over Koriâs ass and she meant it. She looked down at her hands to get her focus back.
âDonât you want to know how I got out?â she asked dryly.
âUm, I mean, Iâm just glad that you did. It doesnât really matter, right? I told you things would be aâight for you,â Kori replied.
His words came across the table like a forceful openhanded slap to Kimaâs face. She squinted her eyes into little dashes and leaned into the table.
âDonât you fuckinâ dare take credit for me getting out of prison. Because of you, I lost my son. I was facing fifteen fucking years and you never once even checked on me. But you know what? I got out because Iâm smart, because someone told me to do my homework,â Kima gritted through clenched teeth.
âIâm sorry for everything. I was just dumb. I was scared of the cops nâ shit, and the babyââ Kori started.
âYou better not even mention my baby. You have no right, the baby you had murdered,â Kima spat. Kori hung his head in shame.
âKori, I only came here for one thing. I came to tell you that when you do dirt, dirt is all you can expect in return. See, you thought I was going to be the one doing hard time. But somebody in the cards had other plans. I guess you can say the tables have turned and only one of us will really be doing hard time,â Kima said angrily as she stood up. Kori looked up
The rest of the officers continued to tear the house up. They found another bag full of pure, uncut cocaine in a canister in the kitchen. Kori was a parolee, one strike away from his third strike. He knew he was going to be facing down a life sentence this time. As he was carted out of the house and loaded into the back of a paddy wagon, Kori could only wonder if his predicament was a karmic consequence of how he had treated Kima.
* * *
âJacobs! You got a visit!â the C.O. called out. Kori sat up in his cell and looked at the C.O. strangely. âYou gonâ move or what? I said you got a visit,â the C.O. said again.
Kori just wanted to make sure he had heard him correctly. Kori hadnât had a visitor since he had been sent upstate. He got up and prepared for the tier walk to the visit house. Koriâs mind raced with a million different possibilities of who could be visiting him. It couldnât be any of his boys; none of them would dare put their names down on a prison visit form for fear of immediate arrest. Kori didnât fuck with his parents, although he was sure his trifling-ass family had read about him in the papers and knew about him blowing trial. Kori had put it all on the line and lost.
Kori was escorted into the visit house, where he was searched again for the third time since he had left the tier. When the door to the visit room opened and the C.O. pointed out the visitor, Koriâs jaws went slack and his mouth hung open. His legs felt weak and he couldnât move. Kori was in disbelief.
âYou gonna go visit with that fine-ass thing, or you gonna stand here stuck on stupid, Jacobs?â the C.O. urged, giving Kori a small shove on the shoulder to move him along.
Kori blinked back tears. For the first time he thought he was feeling what true love felt like. After everything he had done, after all of his betrayal, lies, and leaving her for dead, Kori was staring at his visitorâKima.
Kori moved slowly to the table and he stood there for a few seconds. Kima had a smirk on her face. Kori couldnât really say it was a smile. She didnât stand up to greet him either. Kori was at a loss for words. He had a simple looking smile on his face.
âWâassup, Kima? I sure didnât expect to see you visiting a nigga like me,â Kori said, breaking the awkward silence between them.
Kima nodded. She too was fighting back tears that burned in the back of her eye sockets. Kima told herself she wasnât shedding another fucking tear over Koriâs ass and she meant it. She looked down at her hands to get her focus back.
âDonât you want to know how I got out?â she asked dryly.
âUm, I mean, Iâm just glad that you did. It doesnât really matter, right? I told you things would be aâight for you,â Kori replied.
His words came across the table like a forceful openhanded slap to Kimaâs face. She squinted her eyes into little dashes and leaned into the table.
âDonât you fuckinâ dare take credit for me getting out of prison. Because of you, I lost my son. I was facing fifteen fucking years and you never once even checked on me. But you know what? I got out because Iâm smart, because someone told me to do my homework,â Kima gritted through clenched teeth.
âIâm sorry for everything. I was just dumb. I was scared of the cops nâ shit, and the babyââ Kori started.
âYou better not even mention my baby. You have no right, the baby you had murdered,â Kima spat. Kori hung his head in shame.
âKori, I only came here for one thing. I came to tell you that when you do dirt, dirt is all you can expect in return. See, you thought I was going to be the one doing hard time. But somebody in the cards had other plans. I guess you can say the tables have turned and only one of us will really be doing hard time,â Kima said angrily as she stood up. Kori looked up
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