Chapter TenA day later
Chevy stood over the kitchen sink with her hands in the sudsy water, washing dishes. A Newport hung from between her thick lips. Once she finished washing off a plate, she sat it aside in the other side of the sink. After washing a few more plates and glasses, she shook the foam from her hands and took a hold of the cigarette, taking a few pulls and polluting the air with white clouds.
Hearing the telephone ring, she quickly washed her hands and dried them off with a towel. She picked the cordless phone up and glanced at the caller ID. The screen read: Los Angeles County Facility. Chevy’s brows wrinkled, she wondered who could have been calling her from jail. She started to hang the phone up, but her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to answer it. She p
