Chapter XVICentral Mississippi Correctional Facility
Pearl, Mississippi
March 19, 2012
The cheap scent of generic laundry detergent pervaded the cubicle and aisle, a wet sheet throwing a mist over everything as Clarice shook it, popping out the excess water and soaking her arms and face. She hung it on a string tied between the top bunks. Walked back to the sinks to wring out another one. A small plastic waste bucket was on the floor, that she used to soak her clothes in. She rinsed them in a sink. Several pairs of socks, shirts, and underwear were stacked on a shelf above the row of sinks, waiting to be hung.
Clarice grabbed the last sheet out of the bucket, wrung it, rinsed it several times with hot water. Waiting on the sink to fill and drain took for-freaking-ever, and was killing
