30LanceAs I walk through the facility toward the elevator which leads to Felicia’s holding cell, I’m stuck in my own head. I keep thinking about Mr. Black, about whether or not he really needs me. It seems strange that a man like Mr. Black needs anybody. He’s the boss, the man in charge, and it’s always startling when the man in charge needs somebody else. But then, I reflect, the man in charge is only in charge as long there are people he can boss around. The man in charge is nothing without the men under him.
And then I think of Felicia. I’ll have to talk to her with a guard watching. I wonder if we’ll be able to speak our minds. The guards are mean bastards. If I told Felicia what I’m aching to tell her—I love her, despite the circumstances, despite everything I truly love her—he’ll pr
