Trixie
I gave Betty a shaky nervous smile. Why did she come back? Did she have worse things to say? I didn’t really care. If she came to scream and swear at me every day for the rest of my life, I’d be okay with it because then at least she’d come to see me. I let the female guards cuff me and soon we were all being led down the hall.
The guard led me to my visitation room, and I hurried to the booth. I stopped before I got there. There was a man sitting on the other side of the barricade. I didn’t recognize him at all, but he looked dangerous. His hair was an oily black and he looked about my age. He smiled at me and I cringed away from the sight of his greenish yellow teeth. He waved at me to come sit and take the phone.
I forced my legs to walk and sit down in front of the
