5.22

I'm getting wrong calls from an inmate at the Bledsoe County Correctional facility. James. I wonder what his life is about? I wonder what would have happened if I had accepted his call? I'm suddenly wracked with regret. What would it have been--five dollars for a connection to someone? Five dollars for a lightning-strike chance of a new friend?
I've called the warden's office and they've offered to tell James that he's been calling six-one-five instead of nine-one-five. I hope he gets a laugh from his mistake. He's wasted a full day on me.