"I don't. I don't cry..." Ken whimpered and raised a smile facing Kylie.

"What do you need? I can help you," Kylie said to him in a low voice.

Ken shook his hand. "I came here not for vacation." He smiled, then added, "I just feel so fretful without cigarettes."

Kylie laughed. It was effortless for her to deal with it.

The correctional officer came over to handcuff Ken, and he was about to be brought inside. Ken seized the last seconds saying to Kylie, "There is a bankbook in my pillowcase. ...