Chapter Thirty Two
Billy Boy
“I can tell you exactly when it happened, that time my head shrinker tells me was my crises of conscience. I was making my midnight rounds and looked in on this new gal. I knew that a lot of the gals went kind of crazy with fear and did stupid things during their first night on the inside. Sure enough, this one was writing numbers on the wall with blood.
Whoever did the strip search had overlooked one of her earrings. She had pricked her fingers with it to draw blood and use it for paint. From the looks of her hands, she had to jab herself over and over again to get enough blood to finish the job. I got inside the cell fast and looked her over. She had scrunched herself into the corner and was holding her hands up in that gesture of surrender every gal uses
