Felicity tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.
After a minute she looked up and smiled. “His name is Jeff Stratton.”
The letter included a one-page profile on the inmate with general information like his age, birth date, hometown, and date he entered the TDCJ system. Jeff was a low-security inmate from Ruben M. Torres Unit Texas state prison in Medina County, Texas.
Rick read the letter. “It says we’ll receive a comprehensive RIHARP inmate profile ‘upon delivery’ of the inmate. It feels like we just ordered a supreme pizza, hot wings, and a side of low-security prisoner. Hold the mushrooms but give me some extra felony charges.”
Rick laughed at his own joke, but Felicity didn’t look up from the letter.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” she said as she reread the letter a third time.
Like expectant parents, Rick and Felicity prepared the first-floor bedroom suite for Jeff. After Rick finished changing the sheets and replacing the pillows on the bed, he picked up a picture from the dresser. It was a photo of Elizabeth standing next to a bay horse with a braided black mane after a ride on FireSky Ranch when her father-in-law was still alive. This had been her room for over twenty years. Rick scanned the room and put the picture on a bookcase opposite the bed, so Mom could keep an eye on this guy.
He lay on the bed, facing the ceiling, and wondered if he was making a mistake.
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