30 NoraSaturday morning, Nora and Gus and a single correctional officer were the only people in the IMU’s no-contact visiting area.
Two hours later, inmates and their families and friends would fill the empty spaces.
But at this moment, she could have a private conversation with her client.
In the large open room behind her, extra molded chairs were stacked against the walls. Between the stacks, illuminated vending machines glowed with the bright colors of soda cans and snack food wrappers.
The air smelled of floor cleaner and a hint of nervous sweat.
Nora sat at one end of the visitors’ row.
Empty chairs lined up to her right.
To her left, the black-uniformed correctional officer sat at an elevated desk where he could see both sides of the row, inmates and visitors. He had a ball c
