Joan sat back and really internalized everything Guadalupe had just pointed out to her. Joan became sick to her stomach, everything Guadalupe said was right. Joan gets up.
Joan: I’m going to the phones. This whole thing is literally making me sick, like I can’t.
Guadalupe: I’m coming with you! Who knows what she has planned for you next.
Joan: Ay! Madonna Mia!
Joan calls Tommy
Phone rings
Tommy: Hello?
Joan: Tommy Oh My God! I miss you so much I’m so sorry I missed visitation. I was so sick you have no idea.
Tommy: Hey honey! Its ok, Jacqueline told me everything ….you bitch!
Joan: Excuse me?
Tommy: Yeah she told me how you were busy and just couldn’t be bothered not even to see and spend time with your fucking family!
Joan: What the fuck is going on?
Tommy: I don’t know, you tell me. I come to see my wife in prison, and she suddenly can’t be bothered to show up? Unbelievable….
Joan: ARE YOU KIDDING? YOU’RE THE REASON IM FRIGGIN IN HERE!
Tommy: What? Unbelievable, you know what I’ve done? I’ve had enough for the moment. I knew I should’ve just let it ring and called Jacqueline I…
Joan: JACQUELINE?? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CALLING- HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE HER FRIGGIN NUMBER??
Tommy: SHE GAVE IT TO ME! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT HUH?
Joan: SHE’S DEAD DEFUNTO!
Joan hangs up the phone and starts quickly making her way to the health clinic. Guadalupe follows behind her trying to catching up to her out of breath.
Guadalupe: What are you doing chica? Tuesloca?
Joan: I want to know why she gave my Husband her fucking number! Like is she serious? Who does she think she is? She’s got the wrong fucking Italian, the wrong fucking one! Two things you don’t mess with, my husband and my kids! And she’s done just that! And now she’s dead!
Guadalupe: You can’t hit her, you’ll never leave! Especially knowing that she’s fucking the warden.
Joan: Yeah cuz that’s the only man she’ll be getting! I don’t share!
Guadalupe: Aye yiyi
Joan busts through the doors of the medical clinic and beelines it to where Jacqueline lays chatting with the warden.
Joan: IM GONNA ASK YOU ONE TIME…
Jac: Joan what? Wha….
Joan: WHAT IN THIS FUCKING WORLD MADE YOU THINK IT WAS OK ON ANY LEVEL TO GIVE MY HUSBAND YOU’RE FUCKING NUMBER HERE?! THAT’S MY HUSBAND, HE’S FUCKING ME, NOT YOU, ME! YOU GET IT?
Jac: Not for long.
