Chapter 33

Joe sat at his usual table, next to Novak and across Levin. The three of them ate their sloppy meal in silence, glancing around the large room, hoping to get through the hour without incidence, yet secretly wishing for a release―an explosion that could allow them to unleash their repressed violence on these men and their sticks.

Across the room, at an empty table, Dubois sat alone staring down into a bowl of pea soup, but Joe looked away before Dubois caught him watching.

Levin looked over his shoulder at Dubois. “Takes a lot of bravado to sit there alone,” he said. “Heard he’s coming out to the woods with the rest of the men tomorrow. Punishment I suppose. The guards really hate him now. He’s lucky someone’s watching over him out there.”

Joe drank down the last of his water. “Guess so,” he said gruffly and shrugged. But his eyes kept straying to where Dubois sat looking into his soup.