"Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?" I asked him.
He agreed readily enough.
I watched him out of the office and rang for lunch.
The news on the wall video was dull as usual. A man got tired of hearing peace, safety, prosperity and brotherly love all the time. I dug into my strained spinach, raw hamburger, and chewed up my white pill, my red pill, my ebony pill, and my second white pill. The gin and tomato juice took the taste away.
I was ready for the afternoon session.
Matrons were finishing the messy job of dragging a hysterical woman out of the office when Keller came back. He had a stubborn look on his flattened, red face.
"New prisoner asking to see you personal," Keller reported. "Told him no. Okay?"
"No," I said. "He can see me. That's the law and you know it. He isn't violent, is he?" I asked in some concern. The room was still in disarray.
"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important."