Rumors fly all over the facility as to why I’ve had my room changed. I sit with Vilma, Fran, Jermania, and Julie during dinner. It’s taco night, and they fire questions at me faster than I can answer them. How did Helen find out? What did she say to you? Is Randy’s dick really eleven inches long? What’s it like on the staff floor? “I guess Randy was running his mouth. She told me I was under watch. It’s not eleven inches long. And the rooms are basically the same as the rest, just with different lamps.” I don’t tell them that there are locks. I don’t tell them that Hutch is right across from me. I don’t tell them that I’m basically under protection. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” Julie says. “Maddie says that people have gotten caught doing worse before. Why are they punishing you so much?” “It doesn’t matter,”
