Conversation Took a Left Turn Ch. 02 by Omegaman56,Omegaman56

Bobby works the Process


You have to read Tnicoll’s story, or you will not understand the ending of this one. This is not a standalone story.

I want to thank Tnicoll for allowing me to write an ending to his story, He is a far better writer than I am.

I loved the story and main character, Bobby. You couldn’t help but love the guy. I decided I would like to try to save him. So this is an unusual RAAC. Not great. But unusual. You are warned. This is an over the top story.

The one thing I learned from this writing this story is. You can destroy a marriage in a couple of sentences and in a minute of time. But it takes a novel and a lifetime to fix one.

Microsoft editor said it was 100% correct and Grammarly 99% unless you are on an airplane it’s good enough.

I left out a few details that I didn’t think all that important. Good Luck!


I arrived at the halfway house. It was clean, but the prisons dumping inmates back on the streets made it terribly overcrowded. They told us we could move out if we arranged a place to stay and had our parole officer’s approval.

Ralph picked me up Saturday to take me to the house. I was as nervous as a cat in a room filled with rocking chairs. As we neared the house, I was embarrassed at how it looked. It needed to be painted. The roof needed replacing and the yard…. Jesus, Christ, that I can fix that. I could only imagine how embarrassed a proud woman like Mary must feel coming home to this.

Amanda was on the front porch waiting on me to arrive. We pulled into the driveway, and I heard her screaming, “Daddy is here! Daddy is here!”

I got out of the car just in time to catch my eighty-five-pound bundle of joy, jump into my arms. “Oh Daddy, I missed you so much,” she sobbed.

“I started tearing up. I missed you to pumpkin,” hanging on to Amanda for dear life. Darlene and Tommy ran out next and hugged me. I looked up to see Mary standing there staring at me. She looked as beautiful as the first day I saw her in the eighth grade.

I wasn’t sure what to do or say. Finally, Mary smiled. I stuck my hand out to shake her hand. She put her hands on her hips and acted incensed at my actions. “Bobby, is that what married couples do?” She moved around my hands and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her little frame. I quickly hugged her and pulled away.

She seemed hurt and then smiled and said, “My God, Bobby, you’re hard as a rock. Her eyes popped wide, and she turned fire engine red with that comment. Ralph and John laughed. Darlene giggled.

Amanda saved us, “Yes, Mom, he is.” Ralph and John howled. She went on, “Look at the size of arms, and he doesn’t have a belly anymore. What happened to it, Dad?”

“I quit drinking beer,” I replied.

Mom walked up and hugged me and with a motherly smiled and said, “Good to see you, Bobby.”

Mary smiled, “Come on in guys, lunch is about ready. I have made your favorite. Fried Chicken with mash Potatoes with red-eye gravy, green Beans with homemade buttermilk biscuits, with sweet tea. For dessert, Banana Pudding with Vanilla Wafers.” Mary knew how to cook.

“Sounds great,” I replied. As I walked into the house, I could smell the food cooking. It’s sure as hell smelled better than the halfway house. I looked around the house. I cringed at the work that I needed to do.

We sat down, and I didn’t say much as we ate. I kept looking at Mary and Ralph out of my peripheral vision. No one asked about my time in prison, and I didn’t volunteer it.

Amanda rattled on ninety miles hour telling me, every detail in her life.

John announced, “Finished.” I have an online game scheduled in five minutes. See you later, Dad.

He stood and moved away from the table.

“John, aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

He shook his head a little bit, “No, Dad, I didn’t,” he replied. He turned and started out the door.

I raised my voice, “Stop their young man.” Listen, your mother busted her ass making this great meal. You could at least pick up your plate. Put the scraps in the garbage. Rinse it and put it in the sink.”

“Sorry, Dad, I’m in a hurry,” he replied.

I stood up and bowed out my chest. I lowered the tone of my voice so John would know. I meant business. I gave him a death stare, “John, you can either do it, or I’ll make you do it.” I could see the fear in his eyes. He slowly moved back to the table and did as he was told. I said, “Mary, that was a great meal,” as if nothing happened.

When the meal was over, everyone helped pick up the table without being told. I asked, “Mary would you mind if I washed, and you dry? So we can talk alone.” Looking at everyone else with the understanding I wanted to talk to Mary alone.

As I washed, “Mary, would you mind if I moved home? The halfway house is overcrowded, and they will allow us to leave if we have a proper place to go. I’ll move into the basement. We have a usable bathroom and shower down there. Also, I can pay you the money instead of paying them for rent. I start my job Wednesday. I got a job working for a lawn sprinkler company as an installer.

I’ll be working 12 to 16 hours a day during this time of year.

I am required to pay 10% of my pay towards my restitution. And I’ll give you the difference. I’ll keep the overtime pay for myself. I am sorry Mary, I let you down. I’ll stay out of your way. Also, if you need me to be home early to watch Amanda, just let me know, and I’ll be here.”

Mary responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “You know the deal, Bobby. We’ll stay married till Amanda graduates high school. You can sleep in our bed, and we can have sex maybe a couple of times a month. I’m still planning on dating other men. And there is nothing you can do about it.

In the fall, I’ll be attending school to become a lawyer. The firm will back me and give me a job upon graduation. I could use your help staying with Amanda during school nights.”

“Is it going to be five nights a week?” I asked.

Mary explained that for the next years, her law classes will be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I could do what I wanted the other nights.

“Mary, I appreciate the offer to let me stay in our….your bedroom… But I need time to acclimate to my new surroundings. I don’t feel ready to go there yet.

If you don’t mind, soon as we are through here, I’ll get Ralph to take me to get my stuff, and I move in downstairs.”


Amanda and I were moving stuff around in the basement so we could set up the double bed frame. The mattress was old and musty, but it felt like a Select Comfort compared to my bunk at Tunica. After about an hour, I heard a knock on the door after hearing the front doorbell buzzard rang. I called it a buzzard because the relay contacts stuck when the button was pushed. (Note to self. Fix doorbell.)

I heard Mary yelling down, “Hey Bobby, your brother is here.”

“Send him down,” I yelled back.

“Hey little bro, let’s go, party,” he said as he hugged me. “Great to see you. I got the boys together, and they are waiting for us down at the Tap Room, and they are ready to party.”

That was my first test of the new me. “Sorry, Chuck. I have to report to my parole officer Monday. I have things to do before my first week of work. I’ve given up drinking for the time being. Tell the guys I’ll catch up with them later.” He wasn’t happy when he left, but I didn’t care.


The next day I snuck out at 6 o’clock and headed to church. It was one of the promises I made to God. I was going to keep.

I arrived back home at 8 to see my wife cooking breakfast. ” Where’d you go, Bobby. Stay out all night?” she asked.

“No, Mary, just went for an early morning walk,” I replied. “After breakfast, I’m going to see if the old truck is running.” My dad bought me a 1957 F-100 Step side pickup

I was pissed off about it, but it was a gift. The old Fix Or Repair Daily. I wanted a Chevrolet C-10. He loved Fords. I hated them. Give me a Chevrolet any day.

After spending a couple of hours trying to get the truck started, I finally gave up. The old 272 cu inch. V-8 needed some work. It wouldn’t even turn over. The battery was dead, and the battery leads were corroded and needed replacing. I went through the truck part by part. I determined it needed new belts, spark plugs, points condensers, and all the fluids had to be flushed and replaced. I will have to take the alternator down and have it tested. That was to make sure it was charging.

Each day I got up and took the bus at 5:30 to work every day and returned home at eight each night for the two months. I finally saved enough money to get the old girl running. I knew I would need new tires, so I headed down to the local salvage yard. I went in to see is if I could find some cheap used ties to fit my $4000 rims. What a waste of money. Mary almost killed me when I bought them. She should have.

It turned out I went to school with the kid that now owned the salvage yard. His father had sold my dad the 57 Ford truck. I told him what I was looking for, and he asked to see my pickup truck.

He asked me if it was for sale. Hell yeah, I thought to myself. It was, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep,” I said.

He explained, “That was my Dad’s truck. He had to sell it to pay for my mom’s medical bills. I’ll give you $20,000 cash for it right now.

“Nope,” I replied. Besides, I paid $4000 for rims.

After twenty minutes of haggling, he said, “$30,000 cash. Come on. It was my dad’s.”

I looked over and saw a 1990 rusted-out Silverado, “Does it run?” I asked.

He smiled, “It runs great,” he replied. “It just needs a little bodywork and new upholstery.” I took the truck and the cash and headed for home.

Mary was surprised when I returned with a different truck. She asked where my truck was. I told her, and she asked why did I sell it?

“It was just a toy, Mary,” I explained. “Time for me to grow up and put my toys away. Here’s $20,000. I want you to go out and buy yourself an newer SUV. That Kia is dangerous and worn out. With the extra money I’m providing every week, you will easily be able to make payments.”

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