Santa Fe Rules
“He opened his eyes and saw his cellmate staring at him; Spider’s huge hand was shaking him.“Breakfast, Wolf,” Spider said. “I would have woke you up earlier, but you looked like you needed the sleep.”There was an amazing amount of noise in the jail: People were yelling at each other in English and Spanish, somebody was singing, there were half a dozen radios tuned to different stations. He was surprised he’d slept through it all.The cell door slid noisily open.“Let’s go, buddy,” Spider said. “They don’t let you sleep through breakfast here.”Wolf followed Spider out of the cell, and they joined a long line of prisoners shuffling down the hallway. They emerged into a large room that wasn’t very different from the school cafeteria at Wolf’s high school; he wasn’t sure exactly on which facility that was a comment. He picked up a steel tray and followed Spider through the line, watching, appalled, as white-suited servers covered his tray with dollops of polenta, beans, a slice of half-cook...ed, streaky bacon, and a serving of green Jell-O.MoreLess
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