Lou Lou had her blonde hair up in a pony and her makeup done the way Eddie liked. She even had on the too-tight cutoff jeans he liked; the ones he said were so tight he could read her lips. She"d done all she could to doll herself up, but none of this could conceal her shiny purplish-black eye. When she"d stopped at a gas station on the way to the prison, the f**k-head behind the counter had joked about her looking like Rocky. Then the b***h he worked with remarked, "I"d hate to see what the other b***h looks like." Lou Lou wanted to tell them both they could go f**k a one-eyed squirrel, but she"d kept her mouth shut. She couldn"t risk getting herself in trouble. Not today. Not before she saw her Eddie.
So here she was, sitting in front of a big glass screen, waiting for a guard to escort
