Marce Visits Hando in Jail

Marce, taken in hand by the deputy waited in the front of the Sheriff's office until Hando was booked, printed, and put in a cell.

The Paramedics had come and gone. She sat in silence offering no response to the deputy's advice about Hando. This cop didn'tknow Hando not like she did.

Finally she was allowed a few minutes with him. Hando was sitting on his cot with his knees drawn up to his chest. The orange jumpsuit exposed the tats on his arms. His face was bruised and he had a small bandage over one eye. Marce stood silently holding on to the bars of the cell until he finally turned and looked at her.

"Hando, are you okay?"

"Go home Marce, you shouldn't be here." he said quietly

"I should be where you are...only you've taken yourself away from me. That was a childish and stupid thing you did. You told me the reason you wanted to move out here was because it was peaceful and unspoiled...it was pure. Now you have gone and dirtied it. Why...why was it necessary to trash another man's property, and then to show out with the cops...what did you think you would get out of all this? Do you feel better now?"

Hando dropped his head, "I don't want to talk to you right now Marce, go home."

"No you don't want to talk to me...because you know you have screwed up you've hurt me and what we had going for us. We didn't need this Hando."

"What I need right now is some peace and quiet...so...just leave."

"Yeah, you know it...I'm going to leave and go back to the cabin, you think about that while you sit there, the cabin...what a magical place it's been for us. Now I'm going to have to be there alone waiting for you."

Hando turned to her again and sat up on the side of the cot, "you don't have to wait for me...I'm...sorry." it came out in a whisper.

"I know I don't have to, and if I had any sense I would leave, but...I really like you...maybe more than like...I'll come back tomorrow."

Marce wiped her eyes and waited for the Sheriff to open the door so she could leave.

Hando fell back on the cot and closed his eyes. Marce's words had hit home with him...especially the part about the reason he wanted to live out here. The spray paint was nothing, wouldn't have even mattered back in Melborne...he wasn't in Melborne any-more, he let out a long sigh, maybe he should have never left Melborne...