User blog:Cashmere/Wiki Wives 1x01 No Place Like Home

JoAnn DeLuca sits at a table with a large glass of red wine in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. Her kids were tucked away in bed and it was quiet. JoAnn had trouble sleeping ever since Guilermo was taken away in the dead of night, she was scared of what nighttime holds. JoAnn took a large gulp of her wine and dialed the number for the New York Correctional Facility. "Good evening," the monotone voice on the other end boomed. "You have a prepaid call from Guilermo DeLuca." There was some slight feedback as the call gets redirected and then silence. "You gonna talk or just breathe down the phone like a serial killer?" JoAnn barks down the phone, taking another sip of her wine. "Send me food." Guilermo replies coldly. This reply was not uncommon for JoAnn, she was used to taking food in for her husband, roast beef, turkey, anything she could steal from the Staten Island market. You see, JoAnn was a kleptomaniac. It started when the feds took Guilermo away and she had no source of income. It started with little things, a few pieces of fruit and dolls from the local charity store. But then she started breaking into people's homes, stealing phones, wallets, anything she could get her hands on. "Sure, i'll send you food." She talks softly into the phone, waiting for him to inquire about her wellbeing. After a few minutes of silence, she barks down the phone "What? You're not going to ask me how your kids are doing? Your kids who i've been raising alone for the past 3 YEARS!" JoAnn waits for an answer, but she hears the unmistakable click of a phone being hung up. Enraged, she throws the mobile phone across the large kitchen, it smashes into pieces as it hits the wall on the other side of the room. JoAnn sits back, tears rolling down her eyes as she finishes off the last of her wine.

At a small, upscale restaurant in the center of town, JoAnn is eating lunch with her best friend. Belinda Leoni. Belinda and Jo had been friends for a while, they had bonded over the fact that both of their husbands were incarcerated. After taking a bite of her Nicoise salad, Belinda engages in conversation. "You call Guilermo last night?" she says inquisitively. Pushing her plate away slightly, JoAnn tells her about what happened. "I think i'm having a breakdown, I can't deal anymore Belind." JoAnn reveals. Belinda stares at her friend, not shocked and tells her "I know, Jo. I know. I went through it all with Tyson. I just don't give a shit no more. You heard from Jolina lately?". JoAnn shakes her head, remembering the last time she and Jolina were in a room together.

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