Just like during my arraignment, I dissociate.
Shiv is crying. Her face is spattered with Pruno. It looks like she's crying Pruno.
Garda Girdle shouts at us – incoherent, crazy, shrieking – loud enough to wake up our whole cell block.
The pills are still under my mattress. Oh my god, the pills are hidden under my mattress.
I expect Garda to become a tornado, to tear our room apart like last time. But the next memory I have, we're in the hallway. An unfamiliar hallway. A dark corridor. A single cell.
I'm in Ad-Seg.
YOU ARE READING
Only the Moon Watching
RomanceEighteen-year-old Josephina's first day in jail feels like a joke. Her guard's name is Garda Girdle, like she's in a detective novel; the hottest guy (and hottest bit of gossip) is named Steak; her roommate, Shiv, introduces her to the weirdest matc...
