First Time
When I meet her in the B wing corridor not long before bang-up, I can tell straight off it’s her first time in prison. She’s standing there hugging herself with that rabbit-in-the-headlights look, that whole this can’t be happening to me thing going on.
“I can’t believe it. How could anyone think I’d do such a thing?” she says when she sees me looking at her, and her bottom lip quivers. I want to kiss it still. She’s small and pretty, her hair a mass of blonde curls she hides her big, brown eyes behind.
“First time inside?” I ask her. I don’t soften my voice much.
She nods. “They said I stole—I didn’t, honestly. You’ve got to believe me.”
“Going to appeal?”
She looks like she’s going to cry. “Yes…I think so…I don’t even know. And how…They said I can’t even phone people fro
