Chapter Eleven
My thoughts revert as I move to the cell of my latest success. In presenting my boots to the last of my six inmates, a bubbly and energetic ‘Bobbie’ smiles graciously in applying a willing and alacritous tongue to patent leather gleaming from so much attention.
“Thank you for the opportunity to serve, Dr. Dawson.”
The words make me smile and glow with pride. Kneeling before me is a life saved and redeemed. Bobbie is in pink and indeed ready to serve. Only his waist band and connecting wall chain remain of the nearly one hundred pounds of iron he initially donned. Slight ankle bands have replaced heavy iron shackles. A slim but strong chain connects the two, the ponderous links formerly inhibiting his movement have been removed. Yes, as his attitude improved I had his burd
