“No, I was talking about my eggs.”
Larry Jr. felt safe, and he appreciated it, appreciated what Eric had done and continued to do for him. He couldn’t remember a single second he was away from his cell when Eric wasn’t close enough to reach out and grab him. He would lay on his bunk some nights and wonder how Eric pulled it off, how the warden or Eric’s superior officers let Larry have his own personal bodyguard in a place where inmates and their well being was not high on the list of to-dos. Then he got to where he just accepted it as the norm and had to remind himself not to take it for granted because it only took one look the wrong way or being distracted by someone lighting a bed sheet on fire and boom shaka laka Larry would be crumpled in a pool of his own blood. Larry also felt ver
