Chapter Twelve
In time, the recent arrivals became accustomed to their new quarters. After the humiliating public display of being forced to strip and parade through the compound in their birthday suits, the girls were immensely relieved to gain shelter in the cool, low-slung barracks. Their spirits were raised even further when they found they had been given reasonable clothing to wear. When they opened their lockers, lined up next to each bunk, they found sets of identical short-sleeved linen dresses hung on hangers: prison uniforms in slate blue or gray, that buttoned down the front, with short sleeves, and loose flaring skirts that fell modestly below the knee. These were plain, serviceable dresses, the sort of work uniform a waitress might wear. Each locker also held sandals for thei
