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paid for her items. She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall behind the counter. It was 8:55 a.m., and at this point she knew for sure that Ralphy was awake and probably wondering where in the hell his wife was.
    She was on her way, and she only prayed that her plan would work. It was either that, or prepare for the worst.

Chapter 7
    Tammy sat in her bed with her laptop, searching for jobs on the Internet. The kids were asleep, so she used this time wisely, knowing how difficult it could be to do anything while the kids were awake. A full-time job was needed, and not just any full-time job, but a good job with benefits.
    She quickly learned that she needed to have a trade or even some college education, which she didn’t have. It was only a year ago that she had gotten her GED, and she got it by the skin of her teeth.
    â€œWho da hell is it this early in the morning?” she mumbled while looking over at her phone blaring on the nightstand next to her bed. “Hello!” she answered.
    â€œDamn, bitch! What you doin’?” Falisha replied as she looked through her bedroom window blinds at Lamar carrying all of his car washing supplies back into his house.
    â€œWhat do you want, Falisha?” Tammy shot back playfully as she continued to look at her computer screen.
    â€œI need you to ride wit’ me to go see my brother. The feds sent his ass all the way out to Pennsylvania to a jail called Canaan or some shit like that,” Falisha said, frustrated about the recent move.
    Falisha’s brother had been down for almost eight years now and was wrapping up his bid. But a recent fight got him kicked out of Butner, the jail he was in, which was closer to home. Falisha used to go see him at least twice a week when he was in Butner, but now with a six-to eight-hour drive to the new jail, she’d be lucky to make it up there once a month.
    â€œGirl, I can’t go out to no damn Pennsylvania. Besides, I have to go see Chris tomorrow. You know I’m there every week to see my boo,” Tammy shot back. “And how in da hell did Mac get sent all the way out there?” she asked.
    â€œYou know the feds will send you anywhere. I had to go online to find out how da hell to get there,” Falisha said as she walked over to her bed. “Shit, you better get a head start and find out where they’re gonna send Chris’s ass. They got this Web site where they let you know everything, from where he’s at to when his earliest release date will be,” Falisha explained.
    â€œWell, what’s the Web site? ’Cause I’m on my laptop right now,” Tammy asked out of curiosity.
    â€œIt’s FBOP.com. All you have to do is type in his name and register number, and that’s it,” Falisha said.
    Tammy wasted no time typing in his register number. It took a few seconds, but in an instant, Chris’s information popped up on the screen clear as day.
    â€œYou see it?” Falisha asked, breaking the silence on the phone.
    â€œYeah. Hold on, girl. I’m reading,” Tammy replied, looking at the screen.
    When she got down to Chris’s earliest release date her jaw dropped. She had to go back and check to see if it was her Chris, and not somebody else by mistake. There he was: Christopher Douglas, born March 3, 1990. He was the only one in the federal system with that name and date of birth.
    â€œYo, let me call you back,” Tammy said into the phone, and hung up before Falisha could even respond.
    The earliest projected release date for Chris was June 22, 2020, which was seven years from now. Tammy honestly didn’t have any idea that he was looking at all that time. He had told her that he only had another year and a few months to go. He was lying the whole time, and she couldn’t figure out for the love of God why he would do something like that.
    The tears began pouring out of her eyes at the thought of his release date. It was hard