Chapter Seven
The third week was better. There was another tiff with Big Lizzie, but it was only verbal and there were no other incidents. By Jenny’s fourth week time seemed to be passing at a normal rate.
One night exactly a month since they’d entered the unit, Jenny and Cal were kept awake by a lot of noise. Overnight noise in prison was normal, but there was something different to this. First there was continual shouting from a cell a little way along the corridor, which Jenny and Cal reckoned was from a couple of girls called Di Carroll and Eve Blaby, noteworthy so far only for always talking about s*x. At least it was s*x with men which interested them, which was a welcome change, but their coarseness was off-putting. They hadn’t seemed particularly riotous though.
“Been smoking,”
