She took her tray of food and sat at a long table where the two other women who had been admitted with her that morning were already eating. “How you doing?” Cam asked them.
“This place sucks.” Donna’s mood hadn’t changed since this morning. “I’ve been in better joints than this. It’s even worse than when I was here last time. At least the C.O.s are laid back.”
“C.O.s?” Sharon asked.
“Corrections Officers,” Donna smirked. “Think they’re too good to be called guards.” She turned her attention to Cam. “What house are you in?”
Cam had already learned that no one called them cells, they were houses. “C-332,” she answered.
Donna brightened. “I was in C-block last time I was here. They got good families there. Try to get in Ruth’s or Lou’s. Stay away from Jay’s. No one likes them. They’re r
