***
Owen saw the rent notice before I could hide it.
He was seventeen, too tall for his secondhand sneakers, and too proud to ask why I watered down soup……….
“Is it bad, Sadie?” he asked.
I folded the notice. “It’s paper. Paper likes to act important.”
“Is it bad, Sadie?”
Owen didn’t smile.
Two hours later, I got a call from a woman who worked for Celeste, the mother of a prisoner named Jonah. Celeste had gotten my name through legal aid after I applied for help with rent and Owen’s guardianship papers.
That should’ve made me hang up.
Instead, I listened because desperate people always listen one second too long.
My landlord wanted rent, Owen needed shoes, and pride had never paid an electric bill, I didn’t have a choice.
So I went to meet her.
Owen didn’t smile.
***
Celeste’s office smelled like lemon polish and money.
“I have a shift in an hour,” I said.
“I’ll be brief, Sadie.” She folded her hands. “I’m offering you $2,000 a month.”….
“For what?”
“Your name.”
I stared at her.
“I’ll be brief, Sadie.”
“My son, Jonah, is serving twelve years,” she said. “He needs a wife on paper. Visit twice a month, write letters, and show the court he still has family. Courts like roots. A wife gives him roots.”
“You want me to marry a prisoner?”
“I want you to make a practical decision.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“No. Entitled, careless, and foolish, yes. Dangerous, no.”
“Why me?”
Her smile was soft enough to cut with. “Because you understand responsibility.”
“You want me to marry a prisoner?”
I should have walked out.
Instead, I thought of Owen pretending he wasn’t hungry after school.
“I want the first payment before the wedding,” I said.
Celeste smiled. “Of course.”
***
When I told Owen, he stared at me like I’d become someone else.
“You’re getting married?”
“On paper, that’s all.”
“To a man in prison?”
“Of course.”
“Yes.”
“You sold yourself to keep me in school?”
“I did it to keep a roof over our heads.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one I have.”
