James was almost late to his soccer game so I dropped him off instead of parking the car and helping him with his gear. It was just faster that way. So James is currently playing his heart out on a field across town and I am on the shabby rug on my living room floor. There’s just so much to do, yet here I sit, perhaps still in shock.
In the Mariposa County Jail, each ward is color-coded. Women are segregated by the determination of their propensity for violence. I suppose jails run that way, but this is the only jail I have ever been to, so I can’t speak for others. I am wearing a hunter green outfit; one size fits all. I am in the Mental Health Ward. Perhaps green is a soothing color.