Why -- do I look like I need my last rites? Oh. Wait. That’s a Catholic Priest, not a jail Chaplain. I smile broadly and tell the Correctional Officer “no.”
“What are you reading?” he asks, a glint of amusement in his eye.
In response, I flip up the large paperback in my hands which I’d dug out of the limited-selection book box from Intake.
“That’s a ‘girl book’’” he wrinkles up his nose and wisecracks; I laugh out loud.