“Okay,” I replied and glanced over as Clara took a seat in the chair beside me. “So what exactly does that mean, no sharps?”
“Well, you would have no access to things like scissors, razors, pens, or metal utensils and the like until you are moved off tier one, even then, nothing other than perhaps pens and eating utensils.”
“How the heck am I supposed to groom myself or eat?” I questioned, feeling the irritability rising in my voice.
“Of course, we are not going to put you on constant observation with a staff member in your presence at all times unless you become overtly suicidal,” she explained, “but you will have fairly close supervision. A staff member will be present with you when you shave, and then the razor will have to be a cartridge type that you turn back over to the staff mem
