“You work for them?” he asks with disgust.
“Yes. I work here.”
“Why are you in jail?” he asks, suspiciously.
“I had a disagreement with Chief, so I’m being punished.”
He seems to be torn. I’ve heard what he thinks about women and he doesn’t approve of disobedience, but he also despises Chief.
“The cart leaves in the morning. All you have to do is get on it.”
“But how?”
“Get in a crate.”
“But aren’t they closed?”
“Open one.”
“But how?”
I resist the urge to slap him, and yell he’s a big boy, he should figure it out.
“The lids are not nailed down, since the boxes are empty. You walk over to the cart, lift the lid of a box and climb in.”
“Which box?” oh Gods, how did this man stay alive this long?
“You should choose a box on this side of the cart to be faster, and one on the top
