rain rain rain, every afternoon, and not the hot tropical rain. Pouring rain freezing cold, lightning cutting the sky like i've never seen it. But we managed to buy a most ripe Guanabana, which is not a banana not a mango and not a guava, but a mixture of the three.
next week is the big day, everybody think of him on october the third, his fate will be decided, he will hear if gets a parole, or when he will be released, if the stupid marihuana cigarette will be used against him as a proof he has not reformed, whatever. yesterday while we were visiting they were having this big meeting, the prison shrink (who makes him write down what he likes about himself and what he doesn't like) the guards who seem to like him well enough, the doctors, the director of te prison... Everyone said it is a GOOD thing we came to visit every day that week because that shows he has a family that cares and loves him. That makes him look good! And when they walked out of the big meeting the shrink looked at him. she didn`t smile but she did look at him. If she had said something mean, if she had given a negative report about him, she wouldn`t have looked, now, would she?
Anyway Bradley is waiting but we have decided that whatever happens we`ll deal with it, we`ll keep on sending books and clothes. and paper and good pens. Because he is reaching new heights in his writings. I don't mean the quality, everyone has to decide on his own. I mean the quantity! He was a bit upset that i edited a few words here and there, softened the edge... But i told him my mother is reading this too!
Last week the guards sang a song he wrote about la libertad, they smile and greet us, they are fair.
Now he is interested in the antipopes. I ordered a few books on the subject to send him.
One more visit tomorrow, then we are on the return journey. we will be back in februari if he`s still there, to eat another perfect guanabana and enjoy the sun in the mornings.
Will keep you posted!
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