Gray
2 years earlier
“My commissary account balance somehow went from zero to the max of two hundred and ninety bucks,” Rip, my bunkmate, announced. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
I was glad my back was facing him. I continued to fold the laundry I’d just finished on top of my bunk. “How the hell would I know where the money in your account came from?” I lied.
I’d written a letter to Etta and asked her to fill his account a few weeks ago. She had access to all of my personal funds out in the real world. I’d been wondering if he’d gotten it.
“Maybe my Katie did it?”
I felt bad for giving him hope that his daughter had come around. But he wouldn’t take the money from me, and I knew he had a stack of letters he’d written her, but couldn’t afford to buy any
