Puzzle solved

The following is an excerpt from part one:

After chow that night, Jed drags himself back in. Consternation melds with conciliation on his deep Hershey-colored countenance. He is weary from an exhausting day of being hauled to and from court and sent back to P-7 without release. It is a disappointing but familiar experience for many. He halfheartedly attempted to arrange bail and expresses his resignation to indulging in a long overdue retreat. Jed seems enthusiastic for the opportunity to spend time with someone who “can relate.” It is not so much with his voice but with his commanding gaze that he conveys the need for a friend and a desire to share, soul to soul.

I am pleased to be hosting him, especially since acquiring a new cellmate is always a crap-shoot. Jedadiah is a proven winning combination in terms of good hygiene, stimulating personality, respect, and general compatibility. Being easy on the eyes is an added bonus, or frustration—I’m not sure which.

Counseling sessions resume promptly. Why Jerry waited forty-nine years to get married for the first time is beyond explanation. The fact that his Saudi-Arabian fiancée is an illegal alien, and that the romps in the king-size water bed promptly ceased once the knot was firmly fastened, are obvious clues of bad faith. That becomes apparent once I put the pieces together for him.

In addition to the alcohol- and casino-addicted bride, there had been additional significant others. One of them produced an only child, now twenty-five and involved in his second serious same-sex relationship. Both of his liaisons have been under the guise of “roommates.” Jed shares a special closeness with his “spittin’ image” offshoot (lucky him,) and for years they were inseparable, much as David and I have been. Then the kid turns teenager.