Chapters (54)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1: Media Circus
- Chapter 2: The Woman in the Road
- Chapter 3: House Call
- Chapter 4: Searching for Wheels
- Chapter 5: Diving into the Wreck
- Chapter 6: Sigñor Ferragamo, I Presume
- Chapter 7: Habeas Corpus?
- Chapter 8: Poolside Chat
- Chapter 9: Out of the Mouths of Babes
- Chapter 10: Found in Translation
- Chapter 11: Clean—On the Outside
- Chapter 12: The Lion’s Den
- Chapter 13: Saturday at the Mall
- Chapter 14: Crumbs from the Table
- Chapter 15: Family Picnic
- Chapter 16: A Friend of the Family
- Chapter 17: Spinning Wheels, Seeking Traction
- Chapter 18: These Walls Do a Prison Make
- Chapter 19: Power Dining
- Chapter 20: Child in Mourning
- Chapter 21: We Serve and Protect
- Chapter 22: Night Crawlers
- Chapter 23: A Run to O’Hare
- Chapter 24: Annoying the Giants
- Chapter 25: Reaching Out To—A Friend?
- Chapter 26: If You Can’t Swim, Keep Away from Sharks
- Chapter 27: Hounding a Newshound
- Chapter 28: Friendly Warning
- Chapter 29: Help Me, Father, for I Know Not What I’m Doing
- Chapter 30: The Mad Virgin’s Story
- Chapter 31: A Day in the Country
- Chapter 32: Midnight Caller
- Chapter 33: Thrown in the Tank
- Chapter 34: Fourth of July Picnic
- Chapter 35: A Little Game on a Small Court
- Chapter 36: Bail? Why Leave Such Cool Quarters?
- Chapter 37: In the Big House
- Chapter 38: Prisoners in Cell Block H
- Chapter 39: An Audience with Miss Ruby
- Chapter 40: Sewing Circle
- Chapter 41: Photo Op
- Chapter 42: Slow Mend
- Chapter 43: Planning Session
- Chapter 44: Diving in with the Sharks
- Chapter 45: Fugitive
- Chapter 46: In the Church Militant
- Chapter 47: For Those Who Also Serve
- Chapter 48: Meet the Press
- Chapter 49: Scar Tissue
- Also by Sara Paretsky
- Copyright Page
People also fought over clothes. You got a replacement bundle only every five years in prison, so a torn shirt or lost button mattered terribly. Women paired off as lovers and had lovers’ quarrels. Various street gangs besides the Iscariots marked territory and tried to control such things as the flow of drugs.
After my fight in the shower room, my roommate became more nervous around me than ever. At least fear made her cut down on her smoking and made her halfheartedly clean out our sink every few days, but I learned she had begged for a transfer, terrified that I would jump her in the night.
Her attitude changed dramatically on my second Thursday, when I returned from my workout to find her bunched up in bed howling with misery.
“Caseworker is trying something with my children,” she screamed when I asked what was wrong. “Moving them to foster care, saying I’m unfit; even if I get out of here I can’t keep them. I love those children. No one can say they ever went to school without socks and shoes. And that caseworker, did she ever come watch me cooking dinner for them? They eat a hot meal every night of the week.”
“You don’t have a mother or sister who could take them in?”
“They’re worse off than me. My mother, she’s been high since the year I start first grade, and my sister, she’s got eight children, she don’t know where they’re at from one end of the week to the next. My aunt down in Alabama, she’d take them if I send them, but the caseworker won’t listen to me about my aunt. And who will give me money for my children’s bus fare if the caseworker’s against me?”
I leaned against the wall—of course we didn’t have a chair. “You could write again, showing that you have a proper home for them to go to and pledging your willingness to go into rehab as part of a plea bargain.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “What do you know about plea bargains and rehab? And how can someone like me who can’t afford a lawyer, how can I get into a rehab program? You think they grow on trees for poor people? The only rehab for someone like me is doing time.”