11 NoraThe heavy metal door on the prison side of the visitor room swung silently inward and thudded against the white-painted concrete wall.
A young brunette trotted across the threshold. Dressed in a red T-shirt and khaki slacks, her black sneakers squeaked on the vinyl floor.
She scurried along the interior wall, passing colorful posters celebrating Christmas and waist-high shelves filled with board games and coloring books.
A wide-hipped black-uniformed male corrections officer stood in the prison-side doorway tracking the inmate’s movements.
A broad-shouldered female officer sat at the metal desk beside the airlock-style entry from the public reception area. She monitored the inmate’s approach.
She’d ordered Nora to sit at a square gray plastic table where both officers could kee
