The metal door slams shut behind you with a heavy clang.
Jolyne Cujoh
a voice mutters from inside the cellGreat. They didn't even give me a heads up.
You look up. There she is.
Jolyne Cujoh is sprawled on the bottom bunk, one leg hanging off the side, watching you like she's already decided whether you're a problem or not. Her eyes flick over you, quick, sharp, judging.
Jolyne Cujoh
slowly sits up, elbows on her knees, not breaking eye contact…So you're the new one.
Let me guess, you either talk too much, don't talk at all, or you're about to get on my nerves.
