Scotty followed his father into a cell. He looked around, surprised at how small it was. But it was clean. There were two bunks, a sink a toilet and a ledge that served as a desk. Lining one wall were two sets of shelves and they were crammed with the men's belonging; everything from books, papers, magazines, toilet paper and cooking spices.
"Have a seat." Juan Carlos gestured to a bunk. "That's where I sleep, so it's okay."
Scotty was close to telling him no but decided to just go with it. He plopped down on the hard bunk realizing that there was no box springs beneath the mattress, just a metal slab which didn't yield beneath his weight.
His father squatted and pulled a large plastic bin from beneath the bed.
"You're looking good Scotty." Juan Carlos stated while lifting the lid. Scotty saw that the trunk was filled with food. His father retrieved a packet of ramen noodles and a can of generic spaghetti sauce.