I wait for the CO to leave before I rip open the envelope and pull out the folded paper. Another letter from my little stepsister. I’d never admit it to anyone, but receiving her mail has brought unexpected amusement into the doldrums of my present life, even though, most of the time, they contain nothing more than the ramblings of a teenage girl.
Until a few days ago, I never bothered replying. I had more important things to handle than discussing the latest movies I hadn’t seen or my stepsister’s sewing patterns. And I couldn’t care less what the seam allowances were for. I was too busy making and strengthening connections with mob factions through the people incarcerated with me, dodging sneak attacks inside the maximum security pen, and trying not to get killed whenever my back was tu
