“Yeah, sure. Just wanted to let you know I was sorry for the way I acted.”
“You good man, York.”
“Stop that. You speak English better than I do. Don’t let these fuckers take over your mind.”
“Sorry,” he said, dropping his handsome head. “I’ll watch it.”
The next afternoon I beat the s**t out of two of the joint’s best tennis players on the court, releasing a lot of tension and gaining a little satisfaction. Felix was waiting after the game, freshly scrubbed and looking…different. When he first came inside, I measured him in terms of feminine beauty. Now there had been a subtle change. He looked equally good, but with his masculinity beginning to show. I was suddenly proud he’d turned to me for help.
He waited in my cell while I showered. When I returned to my bunk, Scott and Felix wer
