I can’t eat. Good Gina can’t seem to, either. The others don’t seem to have any problem. Nobody talks. Guards I’ve never seen before come onto the unit with restraints. They go in the Jelly Sisters’ cells, and five minutes later lead both girls off in shackles. Wanda stares straight ahead the whole time. Nell keeps her head down. Neither of them says anything, the same as Chantrelle the evening before when they came for her in the restraint chair. I wonder if we’ll ever see any of them again — the Jelly Sisters, Chantrelle, Cell Seven, Weeze. Officer Emroch. Bad Gina is the first to speak. “They’re probably going to get, like, felony assault,” she says. Good Gina blinks at her. “What about Chantrelle?” Bad Gina blinks back. “What about her? She attacked two guards and put one in the hospital. That’s a whole lot of felonies. They’ll probably charge her as an adult. Wouldn’t surprise me if they already hauled her over to the regional jail last night to be with the real criminals.”
