"And the Vietnamese," Mo added. They were silent.
"It wasn't so bad in the stockade," Joe said. "We got to watch TV for an hour each afternoon—Perry Mason. The guys were always yelling for longer sentences at the end of the show. One of the guys was doing ninety days for swearing at an officer's wife. Stockwell, his name was. He was a bag boy, and she used to give him a hard time at the commissary. He called her a bitch one afternoon and she complained to her husband. Ninety days! They add it to the end of your hitch, too."
"So you had to serve thirty extra days?" Mo asked.
"Twenty-five. I got five days off for good behavior. It cooled me down.
I got through the rest of my hitch without any problems."
They settled the bill. Joe put half on his credit card, and Morgan asked what he was doing for money. "Nothing," Joe said.
"You can't spend more than you earn, forever, you know."
"Good point. I'm not quite broke; I'll figure something out."
"Morgan says you're a computer expert," Edie said helpfully.
"Was, Edie. The technology changes every couple of years and I'm sick of learning languages. It was something I did just to get by. I've given it up."
"Oh, good!" she said.