Deborah Tadema                                     

 Contemporary Fiction, Young Adult, Urban Thrillers, Fantasy and Historical Novels  Book Reviewer



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Reflections of Honor

Book Seven

Due to unnatural circumstances, Mitch Wilder is pardoned from prison early. He wants to forget what he did in there, the relationships he had. But one man haunts him, the one who looks so much like his stepbrother, Tom Fleming. And Mitch finds that he's unable to form a serious relationship with anyone since his release. He is confused about his own identity.

On top of this, Mitch meets several of his kids for the first time. His womanizing has finally caught up to him. He vows to do right by them, no matter how many of them there are. Two of his sons are into drugs. Mitch is unable to do anything about it. Not when he's addicted himself.

A Sneak Peek

    Late August 1972. The 6 a.m. buzzer sounded, making Mitch Wilder groan and turn 

over on his narrow bed. He kept his eyes closed and tried for a few extra minutes of 

sleep, remnants of the nightmare still clouding his mind. Above him, he heard Snake 

stop partway down the ladder and straighten his covers. They were in a prison known 

locally as the Funny of the many government experiments concocted in 

the sixties. It was in a small place called Damascus, Ontario; near Orangeville. The 

inmates grew most of their own vegetables and raised animals. They had fresh eggs 

for breakfast twice a week. Best of all, they grew their own pot. Both Mitch and Snake, 

bunk mates worked the morning shifts in the gym. Mitch during the first part of the 

week Snake the later part. They knew it kept them from beating the shit out of each 



  The nightmare had been about Mitch's first shower in prison and his introduction into 

gaydom. Several men had held him by the arms, bigger and stronger men, while a 

male hooker stripped and bent over. One man aimed Mitch's oversize dick into 

Queeny then stood back. Mitch resigned himself into screwing a man. In the dream, 

Mitch convinced himself that it was his brother, Tom's face he saw. Tom and Queeny 

looked so much alike that they could be twins.


  Snake let out a cough Mitch was certain was aimed at him to get his ass out of bed. 

He hadn't had sex with Snake. Snake was a monk as far as Mitch was concerned. Or 

maybe he was too choosy. He'd never seen Snake partake in such acts. Yet, Snake 

kept track of the inmates' activities, who had little else to do outside of their assigned 



   Mitch kept telling himself that once he was out of prison, he'd go back to screwing 

women. After all, Sue Marshall was waiting for him. But then, why would she? If it 

hadn't been for his satyriasis, Mitch wouldn't have screwed more than 530 women...or 

taken his anger and frustrations out on some of them. He wouldn't be in prison, 

convicted of rape.


   But he was calmer now. His medication made him feel like he was not quite awake 

enough for his temper to unleash. The Paxil he took for his depression kept him from 

trying to commit suicide again.


   Mitch opened an eye and watched Snake finish making his bed then go over to the 

toilet to relieve himself. After, he put on his bright orange pants. As he tucked in his 

matching shirt, he kicked the bed. “Get up, Wild Man. Or we don't eat.”


  Mitch followed the same routine as Snake. After they were both dressed, they waited 

until the cell door slid open on hydraulic hinges. They stepped outside and stood in 

front of their cell under a big number six in a line of fifteen cells. Across the hall was 

the same setup, giving them thirty, double- bunked cells. They waited until the guards 

went down each side of the big hall. Their keys jiggling on their belts as they counted 

heads. Mitch often wondered what all the keys were for, beings that most of the doors 

slid open on their own. All the guard did was talk into his little radio to someone who'd 

push a button somewhere within the confines of the prison.


   After the all-clear buzzer sounded, Mitch lined up at a cart that a male nurse 

wheeled in. The doctor checked his armband then doled out Mitch's medication to 

him, watching carefully. Mitch washed his pills down with water from a paper cup.


    Mitch threw the cup into the trash then went with Snake down the corridor and into 

the cafeteria. He picked up plastic utensils wrapped in a napkin and set it on a tray, 

sliding it along the counter. An inmate shoved a plate at him, loaded with pancakes 

and two sausages. Mitch put it on the tray then took a tiny paper cup filled with syrup 

and a mug of coffee.


  He sat at the same table since he'd first come to the Funny Farm and poured milk 

into his cup from a little packet, then he stirred in two packages of sugar. The range 

boss, ironically called Boss, sat across from Mitch, along with Queeny and Snake. 

Sponge, the range whore, sat on Mitch's right, across from Snake. Sponge was a 

small man who never laughed. No one would laugh, being at the mercy of the nearly 

forty men in B could hold up to sixty inmates.


  The seat on Mitch's left remained vacant. It would be so now that Mackey had been 

transferred to another prison. He had been severely beaten after attacking Mitch in a 

jealous rage. Testimonies and cameras had proven that Mitch hadn't been the culprit. 

A month later they still didn't know who had beaten the crap out of Mackey.


  Mitch glanced at the man directly across from him. He was the man Mackey was 

jealous of. Queeny was the good-looking hooker chasing after Mitch. Proclaiming his 

love to him. Mitch knew he had feelings for Queeny, but it certainly wasn't love. The 

weird thing about Queeny was, he looked too much like Mitch's stepbrother, Tom 

Fleming. In fact, there had been a mix-up in the prison when Tom visited him. They 

arrested him when they thought Queeny had escaped. And knowing Tom, he would 

never visit Mitch again while he was in prison.