CHAPTER EIGHTThe next day
Kreon made his way across the wax linoleum floor, hearing the mesh of voices of the visitors there to see their loved ones. His head was on swivel, looking around for the man that he had come to see himself. It had been quite some time since he had seen, Drennen, but he knew now was as good a time as any, being that he didn’t really have much to do that day.
Kreon had known Drennen for as long as he could remember. The young man looked at him and Omar as his surrogate fathers. He got both advice and life lessons from them. Although Drennen had been locked up, they kept in contact through the older man’s contraband cellphone. Kreon also made it his business to drop at least $100 on his books a month, for him to get whatever he needed inside. He knew that what he
