Chapter Five
Mr. Janes
Melinda arrives in Sydney’s office on Thursday morning dressed in a simple blue and white shift that, while not at all attractive, is much more feminine than the prison navy. The girl seems lighter in spirit, her eyes less haunted, her face less drawn. She looks around the room, appearing intrigued by the new surroundings, which are far more pleasing to the eye than the grey walls of the interview room in the transfer sector. The room is painted in a pleasing pale yellow, and Sydney has decorated the office with pastoral pictures framed in gold. There is a bouquet of blue and yellow summer flowers on her desk and a philodendron by the open window, where a cool breeze enters, fluttering the dark green drapes. The room breathes with life, exuding a delicate sensualit
