She called tonight and sounded a little quiet, a bit more subdued than she usually is, but much better than she has been for the last ten days. She is getting along with at least some of the women there, although "putting nine women in a small space is a poor design." She's gotten the books we sent, and the first few letters.
I called the jail this morning to see about sending cash, say $50 or so, so she could get a taxi when it's time to leave. But any cash we send will get deposited to the city's bank, then they write a check when she leaves. Which is useless on a Sunday, of course. Even if we say "Please put this envelope in her personal effects for when she gets out", they won't do it. I asked "At 5am on a Sunday, with no cash for a cab and if she doesn't have friends or family in state to be able to pick her up, how do you expect her to be able to get to town?" The answer was, verbatim: "That's not our problem." I leave you to imagine what my reaction was. His boss doesn't have to imagine.
As it happens, we can prepay the cab company, so she'll be okay.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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How about "I'm a taxpayer, I'm making this your problem!"?
That's just asinine. Up North Here, the RCMP would maybe give you a ride somewhere if all else failed. Or you could cab it to an ATM, get out some money, then pay the cabbie. It's still ridiculous. If you got killed on the way home because you had to walk, they'd look pretty bad at the very least.
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