“So…” She opens the folder then runs her fingernail down a typed bullet point list. “I read that it’s rude to ask inmates about the nature of the crimes that got them in. So I won’t ask if you really burned down your husband’s house and killed him. But I will ask…” She grins at me with all of her white teeth. “Sagittarius?” I stare at her for a second. “Actually, yeah. My birthday was three weeks ago. How’d you know?”
