The warden's office was all cheap paneling and institutional green furnishings. As Ben would've said, "Think Cool Hand Luke." Every surface was either metal or fake wood. The warden was fat with a buzz cut and rolls of flesh almost obscuring his collar. His white shirt was short-sleeved and outfitted with a red and black clip-on tie. He smoked a cigarette as he studied me across his desk. I sat in front of him holding a worn copy of Dr. Seuss's You're Only Old Once! A gift from Ben sent via the warden. The last communication Carver the Cannibal would have with me. He had revoked my visitation rights. I wasn't allowed in the prison anymore.
( Karin Slaughter )
[ Pretty Girls ]
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