Chapter 4

Nothing lasted in here, not even men.

After a few minutes of staring at the paper, Dubois delicately placed the blank sheet under his pillow. He tucked his knees under him again and leaned his head back on the wall. He said something Joe didn’t catch, before turning his eyes to the bars once more.

Joe went back to reading.

“They wouldn’t send it out to him.” Dubois said, after a long moment of silence.

Joe wasn’t sure if he needed some kind of response from him, or if Dubois was merely speaking his thoughts out loud. A lot of men talked to themselves in here. He preferred to read.

“Wouldn’t they burn it or censor it?”

Joe suddenly felt like he was sitting across a hot cauldron boiling over with something. This ginger-head was trouble.