I had already learned that such medical care as existed was hard to come by. When a woman had hot grease spilled down her arm, the CO in charge of the kitchen upbraided her for crying over nothing. The next day she didn’t come in to work; I learned from the comments of the other women that her arm had become a mass of pustules in the night. She had been treated by the in–house “doctor,” a CO who had studied prenursing for a year at the local junior college before getting into Coolis.

The stench of the overboiled food and the sight of roaches and mouse droppings took away most of my appetite; if it hadn’t been for the fruit my clients brought me I don’t think I would have eaten. After a week in the kitchen I was so exhausted it was hard to remember why I’d decided to stay in jail instead of posting bail. I was lying on my bunk Friday night, trying to make up my mind whether to call Freeman and ask him to bail me out on Monday, when Solina came in to say that Miss Ruby had sent word over that she wanted to see me.

On my first day at Coolis, Cornish had sent me back to my cell with a reprimand because jail inmates were supposed to use recreation facilities at a different time than the prisoners, but I’d learned early that was a regulation the CO’s enforced only if they wanted an excuse to write you a ticket.

The main reason I hadn’t seen Miss Ruby in the rec room since Independence Day was her work schedule. She had one of the cushy jobs, the phone reservation desk for the Passport chain of motels and rental cars. While most prison jobs ran from nine to three, the reservation lines had to be staffed twenty–four hours a day. She’d been on the noon–to–six shift, and I hadn’t known to look in the rec room for her in the mornings.

A day earlier I’d written a letter to Rapelec Electronics for a woman, explaining why she was not able to take part in her job–training program and requesting that an opening be kept for her in September. The woman paid me with a box of six local tomatoes, the best food I’d eaten since my arrest. I took two of them as an offering and went with the woman who’d brought the message from Miss Ruby; Jorjette had grown up with one of her granddaughters.

It took some doing to get the guards to let Jorjette and me into the rec room in the morning. CO Cornish, on duty that morning, worked closer to the rules than Rohde or Polsen did on the afternoon shift. Jail inmates didn’t have recreation privileges until 3:00 P.M.