Stuart Sharpe was getting tired of being woken by his cellmate’s continual tossing and turning. They even switched beds because of it, but it didn’t help, as they both creaked. Tonight it was worse than usual.
“Rick you gotta settle down, man,” he said quietly, not wanting to disturb the prisoners in the nearby cells. “Your insomnia is costing me too, brother. And you better be careful you don’t disturb the Lorenzo boys out there.”
“Sorry, can’t help it.” Rick spoke in a voice just above a whisper himself. “She’s making me nuts.”
Stuart sat up. “You already decided to marry her, brother, so you best make peace with it.” He lit a cigarette.
“I don’t know about that now,” Rick said. “If it was really her, then she’s a lying manipulator, and playing me for a fool.”
“Was it really her?”
