I loved my father, Elizabeth, and I am sure in his own way he loved me too. “I am not going to break, sweetheart and I want you to hold me closer.” Beth said, kissing me and pushing her little tongue in my mouth in search of mine. I have not been with a woman since my wife died. When we got there, Linda greeted us warmly, locking the door and closing the shades. I made a phone call to Clinton Prison. Then I shouted. “Did Richard braid your hair for you?”
“Yes, Ricky did a wonderful job. Would you like me to braid your hair for you, Elizabeth? Bea and I told each other everything. ”
“Is Bea short for Beatrice, Richard? Beth was wearing sandals and her makeup was lightly applied and perfect. I invited Elizabeth in my kitchen for coffee and pound cake. “Oh, just somebody from the old neighborhood. We will make love as Bea always allowed. A ring would have been nice, but I love this beautiful pin so much better then any old diamond ring.
