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Chapters (87)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sixty
  64. Sixty-One
  65. Sixty-Two
  66. Sixty-Three
  67. Sixty-Four
  68. Sixty-Five
  69. Sixty-Six
  70. Sixty-Seven
  71. Sixty-Eight
  72. Sixty-Nine
  73. Seventy
  74. Seventy-One
  75. Seventy-Two
  76. Seventy-Three
  77. Seventy-Four
  78. Seventy-Five
  79. Seventy-Six
  80. Seventy-Seven
  81. Seventy-Eight
  82. Seventy-Nine
  83. Eighty
  84. Epilogue
  85. Acknowledgements
  86. Extract from To Keep You Safe
  87. About the Author

The silence stretched on between us. On the other side of the hall, a prisoner had started to raise her voice to her male visitor. My mother watched them, the whole time rubbing her pinkie fingernail against the pad of her thumb – back and forth, back and forth. It was a sign that she was agitated. I know this is because she views the other women as her responsibility. She’s been here five minutes yet she’s already queen of this prison too, top dog again, unofficially in charge. She’s earned her place as a lifer, but how she’s made it to the top after only five minutes at Send, I don’t know.

Maybe I wouldn’t want to.

‘Do you know her?’ I asked, indicating subtly with my head in the direction of the angry prisoner. Of course she did, but I wanted to hear that she did, that that was the reason for her annoyance. Not me.

‘Shhh,’ she said, and continued to watch.

I thought: that’s it now, she’s annoyed and now she’s not going to say anything else to me until the end of the visit. We’ll have to wait out the rest of the time in silence.

I was free to get up and leave any time I wanted to, but only once had I done that to her, walked out in front of everyone, before the bell rang signalling our time was up. Everyone would see; everyone would know we’d had an argument. I knew that Mum was so proud of me, her only child, and I loved her very much and would never want to suggest anything other than that.

But we didn’t sit in silence because the other prisoner’s argument stopped as soon as it started, and then Mum relaxed and started talking about her gardening. I played along, asking questions in the right places, but all I could think about was that I’d come here for a plan and I’d now leave without one.

When visiting time was up, my mother reached for me and hugged me, clearly not caring that it wasn’t allowed. I inhaled her smell and felt ridiculously comforted by her embrace. The relief brought tears stinging to my eyes.

‘I’m sorry, Lisa, if today hasn’t gone well. I’m sorry if there was something you wanted to say but couldn’t. Honey, I know you don’t like writing detail in your letters, but they don’t read them as closely as you think and anyway –’ she rubbed her thumb down my cheek – ‘the screws do understand that people have problems. You mustn’t feel judged. We are all just people on God’s earth, trying to make it out of the scrum alive.’