Chapter Thirty-five
“Do you want me to hold his leash, Dr. Dawson? I can walk him for you while you meet with the warden.”
Miss Shirley McGuff, secretary to the warden, is young, polite, and pretty. She always seems detached from the antics of prisoners and prison life. With a ‘Donna Reed’ personality, never the type to be upset when a toddler spills his milk, she smiles pleasantly, seeming indifferent to Sammy’s bound nakedness.
“No, thank you, Shirley. We’ll both be going into the office. The warden has not yet met Sammy and inspected his transformation.”
She nods, reaches forth and taps Sammy’s well powdered nose.
“You look very pretty today, Sammy,” the inflection of her voice that of a mother to a young child.
Sammy smiles. Months ago Miss Shirley would receive a barrage of expl
