A few weeks after Kelz had been released on charges of prostitution, I got another collect call from her. She'd been arrested again. Things were more serious this time because she was now a repeat offender. She didn't know what was going to happen.
But the good news was that it was a lot easier to come visit her. I showed up at the facility just before visiting hours began and after waiting a few minutes, they let me go to the visiting area. They opened the door for me right away and escorted Kelz in a couple of minutes later. This was opposite of how it happened last time.
We got to use the entire 90 minutes to visit that afternoon. We really didn't talk about anything special. She was a lot more willing to laugh at my silly jokes this time. She really did seem to enjoy my company. I guess she enjoyed it enough that she asked me to come back a second time.
In between visits, Kelz called me collect on a Sunday afternoon. KUSI was showing "My Fair Lady." In the background on Kelz' side of the conversation, I could hear music from the movie playing. I asked Kelz if "My Fair Lady" was on the TV over there. She said, "Yeah, some of the women here are really into it!"
I came back a couple of days later. About an hour after we started the visitation, we heard someone pounding on the door. As I mentioned from the first time I came to visit, I had been instructed to not knock on the door. I was also told to not open the door if someone came knocking. So I didn't open that door. But whoever was outside was pounding on the door for ten minutes without the guard going to answer it.
Then a guard escorted a male inmate into Kelz' side of the room. I was astonished. I didn't know the visitation area was co-ed. I know they separated the male and female inmates in the holding areas, but I thought they did that all the time.
The male inmate was a Hispanic man around 20 years old. He took a seat on the opposite wall from Kelz. Then the guard went around and opened the door for the person who was pounding. It was a woman who appeared around 18. She was also Hispanic. She took a seat and picked up the phone.
At this point, there was 15 minutes left to visitation. The inmate started yelling at his girlfriend. "WHAT HAPPENED? YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO BE HERE! WHY WEREN'T YOU HERE WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO BE HERE?" The only response she had was "I'M HERE NOW! I'M HERE RIGHT NOW! CAN WE TALK? I'M HERE NOW! This went on for 15 minutes. ALL 15 MINUTES. Kelz and I couldn't continue our conversation because of them.
A guard came to take Kelz and the other inmate away. Another one came to escort me and the girlfriend. I saw for the first time that she had dolled herself up for him. She was wearing a really cute black dress. I'll bet she wondered why she bothered.
I figured out that neither one of them knew about the process to get checked in the first time and so neither one knew it would take an hour for her paperwork to go through. He knew what time visiting hours were and as each minute ticked by past the beginning, he started getting angrier and angrier until he decided he was just going to let her have it when she showed up.
Kelz took another plea bargain, but the conditions were much more restrictive. Mainly, she said she couldn't be out on the streets past a certain hour. This pretty much prevented her from being a prostitute. At least, that's the excuse she gave Brod.
I will tell you this, she never did get arrested again in San Diego. I've never been to visit anyone else in jail since then.
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