An Unsettled CalmChapter 10
The cot in the Yaphank town jail must have been from the Great War, but must have some lumps added by the coppers. I was woken up early by a tin cup being raked across the bars. I groaned and rolled over. "Wake up jail birds you've got a chance to take on some grub before you meet the judge. The gruel that they served would not have been accepted in any soup kitchen. I let it cool and harden in the bowl. I gave it back to the guard who came to take me to see the judge. He was going to put...