Rhonda
The pained expression on his face was permanently etched in my mind. What was he doing here? Did he come for me and the boss just thought he was a spy? Don’t be such a hopeless romantic, Rhonda, I told myself. I was caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Bob until we bumped into each other.
“Easy, Red, ” he said. “Watch where you're going.”
“Sorry, Bob, ” I said and he continued on his way to the cellblock. What was he going to do to him?
I hurried back to my duties, but I was very distracted. I dusted the same table four times and had to restart the dryer twice. Around two in the afternoon, I heard a commotion outside. The boss was yelling at someone and I hurried to see what the matter was. I hid in the living room and peeked through the curtains to see two men standin
