03 Mar. 74
182 Words
03 Mar. 74
G.
Yeah, I’ve got a new cellmate. Eddie Byrnes. Armed robbery. Weedy kid with tatts. He talks tough, but I reckon it’s all for show. He was mouthing off to Taylor in the showers, so Taylor got one of his heavies to distract the screw on duty while he got Byrnes up against the wall. Gave him something to think about. He’s as quiet as a mouse now.
What are you going to do to Gregson? I don’t want you getting into any trouble. If we keep our noses clean we can be out of here in a couple of years. Be together all the time, the way we used to talk about. I tell you what, sometimes the thought of us being together on the outside, waking up with you in bed next to me, is the one thing that gets me through the day.
What do you reckon about Lanky? Is he reading our letters? I asked him straight out and he swore he wasn’t. I was watching his face the whole time and I think he’s cool. What do you reckon?
J.
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