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I sat down in front of the window and waited for Ida. Only one person at a time was allowed to speak to her. The girls voted for me to go in. I argued several times. Why would Ida talk to me? Wouldn’t she rather see a close friend?
No amount of reasoning would get the ladies to budge. So, here I sat, fiddling with the necklace as I waited for Ida.
The opposing door opened and Ida came through with a guard. She wore unflattering orange but was thankfully uncuffed. As soon as she saw me, she backed away. I knew if I didn’t do something soon she’d turn around and I’d lose her.
Holding up the necklace, I tapped on the window. It caught her attention right away. She stood still, staring at it. I picked up the phone receiver on my side of the wall, motioning for her to do the same.
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