“What’s wrong Cotton-top?” asked Bitsy.
Dottie didn’t answer back. She was a twenty-five year old orphan locked up in the county correction facility for felony drug charges and prostitution.
Bitsy got out her mirror so she could look in Dottie’s cell. Dottie was laying on her bed in fetal position. “Girl ya want ta talk?”
Dottie got up from her bed and went over to the bars where she could talk. She trusted Bitsy, yet she did not want to talk so loud that the other girls could here. “I’ve got a problem.”
“Honey, we all got problems, or we wouldn’t be here.”
“I need support.”
“Cotton-top I’ve got your back.”
“Thanks, but not that kind of support. I miss having a good bra. This jail issued crap is nothing. I bought these girls with the only money I’ve had.” She said holding her breast. “Now they are starting to hang.”
Bitsy chuckled a little. “Here I was thinking you had some serious problems.”
“Well, it’s serious to me! My girls are the only thing I’ve got going for me right now. Everyone else up in here has someone waiting on the outside. I’ve got no one. What man is going to want a woman with a felony record and saggy tits? These twins have been a great asset for me.”
Bitsy chuckled a little. “Alright I told you I had your back, so I’m gonna help you out.”
That night when everyone was locked down Bitsy got to work. She traded with neighbors in nearby cells. Bitsy used her sheet to pass the end to the cells below and to her side. By the end of the night she had collected, red cool aid, three additional bras, a small washcloth and plastic fork tip with a small hole in it. Bitsy bundled it all together to pass to Cotton-top in the morning.
“Cotton-top, are you awake?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Girl I’ve got something for ya.” She took the items, wrapped them in her sheet and passed it to Cotton-top’s cell.
Cotton-top opened the bundle. “What the f**k? Bitsy, where did you get this sh*t?”
“Girl, ya said you needed support. I’ve got ya girl. It ain’t VS. Peaches told me you can take out the thread in the old bras and use the fork tip as a needle to sew yourself a new bra. Take the other bras apart for making yourself a badass one. Then when you finish you can dye it with the cool aid to make it pink.”
“Bitsy, I’m no Martha Stewart, but I think I can do it. All I’ve got is time. Bitsy you’re my girls. Thanks.”
Aritcles like this make life so much simpler.
Love your style of writing, can’t wait to read more.