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arsehole!”
    His eyes grow large at the use of my profanity. “Oooh, you’re talking dirty to me.” His eyes glaze over and his voice drops to a whisper. “I like it.”
    I roll my eyes.
    He leans in and drops his voice. “Hey, you know what gets me through my days in this shit hole?”
    I don’t answer.
    “My memories of you. You and me fucking, more than anything else.”
    “Okay, okay, okay! Tom, listen to me; I don’t wanna talk …”
    “Remember us in the hot tub? How I used to take you from behind?” He runs the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyes becoming slits. “Do you think about it?”
    I’m feeling belittled and worse, I feel my confidence slipping at an alarming rate.
    “No, I don’t, Tom,” I say in a carefully modulated voice. “In fact…” I shake my head slowly, “I can’t even remember any of it. Sorry.” My apology is robed in bitchiness but he deserves it.
    Undeterred by my response, he smiles. “How ’bout us doing it in different parts of the house?” His hand drops between his thighs. “Fuck, I’m getting hard just think…”
    I hang up and jerk to my feet.
    “Okay, okay, okay!” he mouths and gestures for me to sit down.
    After glaring at him, I slowly lower myself into the hard prison chair and pick up the phone once again.
    “I’m dying, okay? That’s all I have. Me and my memories. Give me a break here. It’s the closest I can come to phone sex.” He guffaws at his own joke.
    “You’re not dying. You don’t look or sound like someone dying.”
    “I am dying,” he says in a serious voice. “Today is just a good day. I have energy. A few days ago, I was unable to lift my head off my pillow. Spent thirty-six hours just sleeping. I will not joke about a terrible thing like cancer. It’s just wrong to do that, Arena.” His smile is back. “Back to our phone sex. I have fantasies about you.”
    “Listen, Tom,” I say, fighting to keep my voice casual, “I’m married to a wonderful guy, who I’m very much in love with, okay? I’ve moved on, so please don’t try to rope me in with your childishness because I find it …” I look at the ceiling as I seek out the most appropriate word, “a tad pathetic.”
    His smile does a David Copperfield on me and his eyes turn the colour of granite.
    “The one who helped you fuck me over?” he spits, his face turning puce. “That cunt? You talking about him? That spiv?”
    To my knowledge, all calls between inmates and visitors are monitored and even recorded.
    “My answer is as follows: yes, yes, yes, and …what the hell is a spiv?”
    He gnashes his teeth as he glares at me. I hate to think what would happen to me if there was no partition between us. Probably would need green concealer again.
    “You need to calm down or you’re going into solitary,” I warn with a laugh.
    “No, I won’t!” Smug smile again.
    “Has your mother been to see you?” I say, changing the subject.
    “No. That bitch is not interested in me. I don’t want her to see me here anyway. She’s poison.” His face contorts as he talks about her.
    I don’t know Tom’s family very well. He cut off contact with them and discouraged me from having anything to do with them. Of course, I was uncomfortable with that, considering how close I was with my family. When I questioned him about it, he gave me instructions, which I followed. I shut my trap and minded my own business.
    “I want you to come and visit me. Often. Regularly.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m lonely and I’m dying.”
    “That’s not possible. But I have some photos of Warren, if you’d like to look at them.”
    After a slight nod, he sits back.
    I lift up the photos prison authorities allowed me to take in.
    His expression is inscrutable, so I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
    “Why don’t you love him?” I ask, after the fourth photo.
    “I don’t know,” he mutters after a slight hesitation.
    “He’s just a little boy, Tom.”
    “He took