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1 " After six long hours of driving and three rest stops, Tiger pulls up to a snow-topped, metal speaker box just outside the State Penitentiary's first gate in Walla Walla. As he rolls down his window and snow flies in his face, Joshua starts begging for a Happy Meal.I turn around, snapping at him. " This ISN'T MCDONALDS and YOU AREN'T HUNGRY. NOW SHUT UP BRAT." A loud scratchy masculine voice blasts out of the speaker. " CAN I HELP YOU?" Tiger leans out the window, as he answers- We're here to visit Raven Chandler." HAVE YOU BEEN HERE BEFORE?" " Yes sir. I've been here A LOT." " WHERE'S HIS MOTHER?" " I don't know.. I haven't seen her in months." " NOT THE PRISONER'S MOTHER. THE BRAT IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR JEEP." " Oh- HIM-" As he turns, smiling and sticking his tongue out at Joshua, I lean towards his window to answer the guard's question. " SHE'S IN VEGAS, SIR. I'M BABYSITTING. HE'S MY GODSON." When the speaker remains disturbingly silent for far too long, I continue. " HE'S A GOOD BOY SIR. HE WON'T BE ANY TROUBLE- I SWEAR." " THAT'S RIGHT," Tiger said. " HE SWEARS ON THE LITTLE BRAT'S MOTHER'S GRAVE. "
