Seventeenth day in Jail

Our friend called her son, and he called me. She's had some kind of friction with one of the other inmates, and was hoping the son could come to Utah early (which he can't). He said she was crying. There's absolutely nothing we can do except pray--letters won't get there in time, she's already gotten the two emails per week that she's allowed, and we can't call in, just wait for her to call.
Eighty four hours to go.