“So both Susan and Jack are still alive?”
The Prisoner shrugs. “As far as I know. I haven’t been in touch and they haven’t been in touch with me.”
“I wish I had known all of this. I wish I had been with you before. I could have helped more. I could have brought them here, let you see them. Helped you make amends. You could phone them. I’m sure I could get a phone brought in. Do you want me to ask?”
“What the hell for?” The Prisoner is pacing again. Back and forth. The light from the COs’ window is brighter now, infused with sunlight. “Bring them here for what? A party? A death party? Hey, let’s celebrate my execution? Eat cake? Bring presents? And what would I talk to them about? You’re really f****d, man. For a chaplain, for a guy who’s supposed to be smart, you’re just fucked.”
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