In correctionChapter 6
I was surprised when Jones returned, bringing me a tray of food. It was a little cold, making me think I was the last to get served. When she came back for the tray, she handed me linen and a pillow. She never spoke a word and I chalked it up to the fact that she was, in her own words, back on duty. I sat for what seemed like hours, listening to the drips of water echo in the hallway. No books or papers to keep me entertained. Only the memory of Casey and Jones to occupy my mind. Hindsight...