Patriotic Duty
“I heard Miranda’s voice squealing at me through the phone I wearily held against my ear. It was Monday morning, and way too early for her chipper ass.
I smiled weakly. “It was awesome.”
“Well, we’re taking a long lunch today, since I didn’t get to take you out on your birthday.”
“Um, okay.”
“Meet me in the parking lot at eleven!”
“See you then,” I replied, and then hung up. I had a mountain of paperwork sitting on my desk but I didn’t feel like doing any of it. I made some coffee and sipped it, staring into my computer screen when I heard a knock on the door. I looked to the door’s window and motioned in the female inmate.
“Anderson, what can I do for you?” I asked without affect.
She took a seat in the vacant chair next to my desk, her green khaki shirt and pants muted against the brown chair. She brushed a strand of long brown hair behind her ear and put her hands in her lap. “Ms. Reid, I didn’t know who else to talk to.”
Oh, great, gonna have to call the psych or the chaplain, I thought.
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