the CO called out aggressively as he entered Noah’s cell. Noah sat, playing cards with Bookie. He looked up in annoyance as he asked, “What’s the problem?” “You’re signed up for the new college program!” the CO shot back. “Nah, that ain’t me. I ain’t sign up for no shit like that,” he responded coolly. “You’re on the list, so on your feet,” the CO demanded. “But I ain’t sign up for it,” Noah shot back. “Take it up with someone else. On your feet. Let’s go!” Noah sighed and then tossed his hand down, revealing it to Bookie. “I was going to beat you anyway, old man,” he said. “God damn it,” Bookie said, flicking his own cards as Noah waltzed out of the cell, one guard in front of him, one behind him. He had gotten used to feeling cornered. “This some bullshit,” he muttered as he stepped into the group room where tables and chairs were set up like a classroom. It wasn’t until he saw her did Noah change his mind. She took his breath away.
