The warden said, “If my wife or Myra, the maid, appears, you are to ignore them.” When Myra went out to hang up clothes in the backyard, Slater would try to smile at her, touch his head in a little salute, almost manage a hello. The warden had told Slater she was on probation and could do housework off grounds until her freedom was granted. Slater thought of his own mother, said to be crazy, sent to the Peachy Insane Asylum in her teens, pregnant, only to learn later a lot of girls like that weren’t tetched at all; there just wasn’t anyplace else to put them. When their babies were born, the POA took them in and raised them. That’s how he wound up there. Myra wouldn’t look at him. “She afraid of me?” he asked Warden Myrer once. “Her freedom’s coming up in another two years. She just doesn’t want to get in trouble.” “I wouldn’t hurt her.” “If she smiled at you, someone might say she was asking for it. She could even lose her away privileges.” “Some of us just don’t ever get lucky, do we, boss?”
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