The Inmate Freida Mcfadden Quotes

Sometimes people do exactly what you think they’re going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you.

I look like I’m in college, and I feel like I’m fifty. Story of my life.

If someone truly wants to reach you, there’s always a way.

I had to do what I did. After all, I would do anything for my mom.

My mother would say that boys don’t do anything nice for you if they’re not expecting something in return.

I don’t quite understand how you can love somebody so much, yet so frequently want to throttle them.

After all, ten years ago, he saved my life.

Ugly men are good in bed, you know.

Hey, it’s Tim Reese. I got your number from the parent directory. Hope that’s not too creepy.

I love you, Brooke. That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me.

I love you too,” I breathe. He leans in toward me. “And I’m going to show you how much.” And he does.

love your aftershave,” I murmur. “It’s sandalwood scented.” I frown. “What’s sandalwood?” “I don’t know. The wood you make sandals from?” “So basically, you smell like feet?” He laughs. “Hey, you’re the weirdo who likes it…

Who wants to be in a maximum-security penitentiary?

Still, kids change after they grow up. Will I know him when he’s thirty as well as I know him at age ten?

Oh God. I had a feeling when I hired this woman that she was going to be a bit of a yenta.

can’t reveal to her that the man who was my very first boyfriend is an inmate at Raker Maximum Security Penitentiary, currently serving life without the possibility of parole. And I’m the one who put him here.

Do you want it now or later?” I wink at him. “Immediate gratification, please.” Some things never change.

I’ve never worked in a place with paper medical records. I didn’t even know it was allowed anymore.

when you look at the sky at night, you can make out the individual constellations, instead of just a few random dots of light that are probably just airplanes.

close my eyes and I can still see his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes looking into mine. I love you, Brooke. That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me. And that’s not even the worst thing he did.

Well, why not?” She blinks at me. “Is he ugly? Ugly men are good in bed, you know.

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somebody who is here every day. So…

I stand there, shivering slightly in a jacket that isn’t warm enough for the amount of time I’ve been standing out on this porch. I hear raised voices inside the house—Tim and his mother arguing. I can only imagine what they’re saying to each other. He doesn’t want to see me. That much is clear. After what feels like an eternity, the door swings open again. And there he is. Tim Reese. The boy next door. The guy I thought I was falling in love with before I temporarily sent him to prison for murder. Oh boy. He doesn’t look great. I remember how I swooned a bit when I saw him standing outside the elementary school on Josh’s first day of school. But now he looks tired and pale and about fifteen pounds thinner. And pissed off as hell. “Brooke.” His eyes are like daggers. “What are you doing here?” He doesn’t invite me in. He doesn’t even budge from the doorway. “Um.” I wish I had planned something to say. I could have written down a little speech. Why oh why didn’t I write out a speech? “I wanted to say hi.” His eyebrows shoot up. “Hi?” “And welcome home,” I add. There isn’t even a hint of a smile on Tim’s lips. “No thanks to you.” “Look…” I squirm on the porch. “This hasn’t been easy for me either, you know—” “I was in prison, Brooke.” “Yeah, well.” I raise my eyes to meet his. “Josh’s dad tried to kill me. So, you know, it hasn’t been any picnic.” “No kidding.” Tim folds his arms across his chest. He’s wearing just a sweater, and I’m cold in my coat, so he’s got to be freezing, but he doesn’t look it. “I’d been telling you all along that Shane was dangerous. Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t I warn you repeatedly?” I hang my head. He absolutely did. “The guy stabbed me in the gut.” His fingers go to the area on his abdomen where he still has that scar. “I was practically bleeding to death, barely conscious, and I dragged myself off the floor when I saw you make a run for it. I grabbed that baseball bat off the floor and hit Shane as hard

I have eaten nothing but chicken. From a bucket with a smiling colonel on the side of it.

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It’s because of one of the inmates in this prison. Someone I knew a long time ago, who I am not eager to see ever again. But I can’t tell that to Dorothy. I can’t reveal to her that the man who was my very first boyfriend is an inmate at Raker Maximum Security Penitentiary, currently serving life without the possibility of parole. And I’m the one who put him here.

And I can think of a few other reasons why he would be scared about starting school after what happened back in Queens.

The problem with your kid getting older is they know there are some things you can’t promise.

I close my eyes and I can still see his ruggedly handsome face. His eyes looking into mine. I love you, Brooke. That was what he said to me just a few hours before he tried to kill me. And that’s not even the worst thing he did.

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I never saw the face of the man who tried to kill me. The power was out that night and everything was pitch black. But I knew Shane very well. I knew the feel of his body. The smell of him. I knew it was him. It had to be. Because if it wasn’t him, I have made a terrible mistake.

I’ve heard that once you’re in the prison system, it’s hard to get out of it.

But I think we could have a better thing going.

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He’s a great guy. The best, really.

unpleasant musty odor

I glance over at the pantry. “I thought we were out of pancake mix.” “I made them from scratch, actually.” “Really?” I didn’t even entirely know you could do that. “I’m impressed.

I didn’t want this job. I wanted any other job but this one. But I applied to every single job within a sixty-minute commute of the town of Raker in upstate New York,

apparently, some disgruntled patient had called and warned them about me. I felt terrible that a patient disliked me enough to do that, but I tried to put it out of my head. At least I have the job now.

Those eight words are capable of destroying all his plans. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you. But he said it anyway.

Yes, Shane Nelson did unspeakable things. But before he did those things, I had loped him. No, I had loved him.

I never saw the face of the man who tried to kill me. The power was out that night and everything was pitch black. But I knew Shane very well. I knew the feel of his body. The smell of him. I knew it was him. It had to be.

And I’m the one who put him here.

Today, after eleven years, Shane Nelson is being released from prison. And I am picking him up.

don’t quite understand how you can love somebody so much, yet so frequently want to throttle them.

It’s mine—all mine. After all, they’re both dead now.

there’s no McDonald’s in Raker, so no, we can’t go to McDonald’s.

But this seems like a rather harmless question.

But he lopes me. And that’s almost better than love. “I lope you too,” I say.

Considering I’ve had it on every day since then and it hasn’t turned my neck green, I suspect he must have spent a fortune on it. He was probably saving all year to buy it for me.

There was an incident out on the yard. Officer Hunt is bringing one of the inmates over to see you for an injury.

Oh. Oh no. No, no, no… It’s Shane.

How are you?” I say. At my question, he whips his head up and stares at me. “Well, Brooke, I’m spending my life in prison for something I didn’t do, so how the hell do you think I am? I’m not great.” I return his seething gaze. “I meant your head.

I touched him. After all these years, I touched Shane Nelson again.

The first thing Dorothy warned me was not to share any personal information, but I got careless. To be fair, a lot of these men don’t look like criminals.

He’s five.

My parents died in a car accident,” I blurt out. I shouldn’t have given him any more information, but this seems like the most innocuous thing I’ve told him.

She died believing that I had killed those people.

Shane was behind bars at that point, for the rest of his life. There was no way he could get to me. I was safe from that man. And I still am.

I guess I really have gotten over it, all these years later. It’s about time. I’m proud of myself.

Be careful.

I’ll never feel about anyone else the way I feel about you.

And when I come downstairs and Josh sees me, his eyes turn into saucers. “Mom,” he says, “you look pretty.

Listen, I know Shane is your boyfriend, and you and Tim go way back, but look at what happened. There is nobody else here. It had to have been one of them.

Maybe because this isn’t the first girl he’s gone out with who suddenly vanished.

One story mentions she has a boyfriend,

As soon as I enter, I identify an unpleasant musty odor that wasn’t here the last time I retrieved a bottle of wine from the basement—he’s probably growing mold down here.

Does Tim have a mannequin wrapped in a tarp in his basement?

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But I can’t tell that to Dorothy. I can’t reveal to her that the man who was my very first boyfriend is an inmate at Raker Maximum Security Penitentiary, currently serving life without the possibility of parole. And I’m the one who put him here.

look like I’m in college, and I feel like I’m fifty. Story of my life.

Tim admitted he was in the same boat, and then he came up with the brilliant idea: We should practice on each other!

Everyone else is crowded onto the old

The other children will love him, even if he was born out of wedlock. It was absolutely the right decision to move here.

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Does Tim have a mannequin wrapped in a tarp in his basement? Don’t kid yourself, Brooke. You know exactly what you’re looking at. Her scarf is lying on the coffee table upstairs.

Tim and Shane did it together.

His body is half-covered with snow and ice, and his face is bloody. There’s a gash on his forehead much bigger than the one I sewed up all those months ago. And his eyes are open and not blinking.

I waited until Shane was standing under one of the branches. I reached up and shook the branches, and all the ice fell on him.

I thought I knew him better than anyone else in the world, but I didn’t know about this.

I should have known he would react this way. But it’s still hard to watch. Sometimes people do exactly what you think they’re going to do, and they still manage to disappoint you.

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Ms. Sullivan,

He’s not thinking anymore about how when we’re married, we’re going to build a giant two-story dog house in the backyard. Which is fine. A dog house that big wasn’t practical, anyway.

Come on—this is the second floor. Who am I—Spider-Man?

If it were socially acceptable, Josh would hide between my legs. But he’s ten years old, so instead, he is standing close to me, his fingers clinging to my shirt sleeve,

As the prison doors slam shut behind me, I question every decision I’ve ever made in my life.

I plop down on the bed where Shane deflowered me earlier in the evening.

He has that central obesity that makes me think he’s within five years of a major heart attack.

What’s sandalwood?” “I don’t know. The wood you make sandals from?” “So basically, you smell like feet?

Tim shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, no, I… I don’t hate you.

I wait for a moment, wondering if Josh will come out to greet me. There was an age when Mommy coming home was followed by the scrambling of little feet and a warm body hurling itself at my knees. Those kinds of greetings are less common now that Josh has turned ten years old. He still loves me, don’t get me wrong, just not quite so emphatically.

Brooke, listen to me.” Tim squeezes my hand as he looks me right in the eyes. “I haven’t seen you in ten years. In that time, I’ve dated a fair number of girls. But it never worked out—it couldn’t. And it was all because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Anyone else I dated, it wouldn’t be fair to them.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’ll never feel about anyone else the way I feel about you.

It’s because of one of the inmates in this prison. Someone I knew a long time ago, who I am not eager to see ever again.

Shane and I ended up having sex last night.

Shane is Josh’s father. He won’t let anything happen to him.

No!” Tim’s face is turning red. “I told you, it was just two dates.