Chapter Four
Things did settle down after that. Well, for a week. By that time she had her bearings of the place – though she seemed to have been here for an eternity.
Daily routine was similar to the remand centre and ordinary prison, but a hell of a lot sharper toned. Everything was “at the double”, and every day was exhausting, during that first week. The one advantage was that it made her sleep at night. But then, she had to. A piercing bell got everyone up at six o’clock, and immediately they had to scramble into gym uniform – a so-called understrap (a kind of jock-strap) and bra, shorts, a top and plimsolls – and do exercises in the open air in front of their wing. Screws bawled out anyone that slackened. On her second morning Jenny watched a girl get caned for persistently slackin
