Not that she had ever gotten in trouble. She knew good behavior would take half of her three year sentence away. The dismal cells were always dark and the only decorations were pictures of their children. The only benefit to this ward was the cells were single occupant. A single cot pushed up on one side of the gray wall while a small sink and toilet was at the end. Across from the bed was a tiny writing table. Most of the inmates used it to keep their few personal items on it. There were always the few inmates that had been there a long time. She could tell which ones those were by the comments they made when she walked by their cells. “Hey pretty lady. Come on over here and let your hair down for a while.” “Shake it for me Tessa.” “Hey eighty’s baby, why don’t you come on over here and let me make you feel good?”