I got another letter from Shawshank today. The first one was cute, like he was enjoying the novelty of writing a letter. In contrast, today’s letter started nice and happy, but quickly went dark. I need you to do something, he wrote. Between the mattress and the box spring in the Pink Room is my case transcript. I need you to throw it out. DO NOT READ IT. I haven’t even read it. I’ve relived the last two years every day, and I will atone for my actions for the rest of my life. But please don’t read it.
While it definitely cast a dark cloud over the last couple of hours I’ve been home, I’m very thankful he mentioned its existence before I found it on my own. This is literally the stuff of nightmares for me. Not long after his first arrest, I had a dream about this very situation. But, I did what he asked and found the paperwork. It’s not like there would be any other stack of papers in stashed in the unused bed to confuse it with. It was a difficult decision, but I didn’t read it. Instead, I looked at the cover sheet, long enough to verify what I was looking at. I flipped a couple of pages before deciding that was not a box this Pandora was going to open.
Decision made, I threw the stapled stack of papers in the paper bag I’m filling with things to put in work’s confidential trash.
In other decisions….
On a more positive note, I decided to get the car. After looking at my budget, I came to the conclusion it’s totally possible to handle the slightly higher payment. How? Cancelling the phone plan as it currently stands. Right now, the phone bill is about $115, and that’s for unlimited everything. However, that’s for two lines. I paid off the phones a couple of months ago, and now there’s nothing stopping me from switching to something prepaid and cheaper. If I keep my phone, I can get a prepaid line for $45/month. Between the cheaper phone line and the better fuel economy of the new car, I should be just fine.
