The phone rang early this afternoon. I recognized Laura's number from the caller ID. She wasn't due out of jail for two more days and I knew she wouldn't be allowed to have her cell phone in jail. I answered it.
It was her. She was out. She told me that they couldn't afford to keep so many people in jail on such minor charges so they let some of them, including her, out early. She walked about a mile over to the office where her DHS driver works and waited for her to come in. She then got to do some of her errands before being brought home.
The icing on the cake was that soon after she arrived home, she saw Goneral's house-call-making therapist drive up across the street. We figured Goneral must be having a melt-down that Laura's out two days before expected.
Apparently there was a different cast of characters at the jail this time around and cases were discussed and advice offered. She said even the guards were nicer and offered their advice. I suggested she meet with Jen, her case manager, before acting on any of it.
I'll get the blow-by-blow this evening. Laura's coming for dinner for left-over curry.
Jean, Somewhere in Maine
