Hope finishes her questionnaire and finds me clothes. And when I say clothes, I mean the latest prison fashion straight off the runways of old Blackwater. The orange jumpsuit smells like it’s been at the bottom of the box for years. Most of the girls must be smart enough to come with their clothes on. The guards have to take off my handcuffs so I can get dressed, but they go back on straight after I pull the curtain back.
