There is a knock on the door. Corrections Officer 6 enters carrying a tray. On the tray are two coffees, black. Two cookies.
“Thought you’d like a snack.” He smirks.
“f**k,” the Prisoner says. “A cookie and coffee? What about milk and cookies? It’s like kindergarten.”
“If you don’t want it . . .” The CO starts to leave.
“Stop.”
“You can have both the cookies,” the Chaplain says to the Prisoner as he takes the coffee cup from the CO. “I’m not hungry.”
Surprisingly, the Prisoner wolfs both cookies down. As if he’s starving. He barely chews them. Crumbs all over the bed. Then he slurps at the coffee loudly. “Hot,” he says.
The Chaplain is standing again. Stretching his back out. He looks at the clock. 2:03 a.m. Less than ten hours left. He quickly does the math in his head. Six hundred
