Chapter XXSouth Mississippi Correctional Institution
Leakesville, Mississippi
March 31, 2012
“I heard Captain Bartleby got his pension and retired,” Diamond said. He stood, finished folding a homemade belly shirt, a match to the one he wore. Stored it in his locker box.
Ace looked up from the other side of their cubicle. Sat up, his bunk creaking a metallic complaint. “I was happy to hear it. Even happier that he kept his word and got us out of lockdown,” he said. Closing the magazine on his lap, he rolled it up, strangled it, growling, “Happy, happy, joy, joy.”
“What? Oh, get over it, mutt. You did what you had to do, and for a good cause.”
“I know that,” he sighed, dropping the unfortunate periodical.
“Then stop dwelling on it. You are so not cute when in bad humor.” He paused, tu
