14 Sep. 75
J.
Three days to go until my parole hearing. I’m so nervous I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been telling myself nothing can go wrong, but I can’t know that for sure, can I? I don’t know what they’re going to pull out of their hat. If anything. All I can do is pray like I’ve never prayed before. Which actually wouldn’t be difficult.
About the other day. I heard you and Stevens talking, so when I saw his back was towards me, I slipped out of the supply room. When he returned to the kitchen, after giving you the third degree, he asked where I’d been. I told him I’d been to the toilet. He asked me who’d given me permission and I reminded him that I was in a supervisory position and had a whole kitchen to run. I told him my bladder was about to burst, and since everyone was wor
