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Part 1

Chapter 1

“Put more of that cheese on ed on the possibility of a growl cae jail jumpsuit, whose stereotypical back-braided cornrows and decidedlyannounced that not only had she been incarcerated for a very long time, but that this was likely not her first incarceration and it wouldn’t be her last

Six feet tall with a wide back andtoward the middle of a rowdy line at a ray-walled cafeteria at the Fulton County Jail All around was a es of eating dinner and wide-eyed guards with their hands on their guns

“I can’t do that!” This uneasy response that was dipped in fear cae jumpsuit was hidden beneath a white apron However, this inmate’s stylish two-strand twists that only had three inches of gray at the roots otten to jail, but also that she didn’t plan on staying and still wasn’t clear about how life had led her to that place Indeed, like half of the women in the jail, Kerry Ann Jackson had maintained that she was no cri her in handcuffs and placing her behind bars for allegedly tossing her ex-husband off the roof of a don Atlanta skyscraper

“You better putfrorowl

“But I already gave you the serving One scoop That’s it,” Kerry tried to rationalize, pointing to the soggy pasta shells on the growler’s plate Kerry was standing behind the service counter, holding a one-cup serving spoon over the pan of pasta shells and processed cheese that was supposed to be iven her one instruction: “One serving spoon per inmate You fuck that up and you’re back on the toilets”

“You think I’ is, but ain’t no cheese on mine” She slay noodles shake in the soupy yellow cheese sauce on her plate, and all eyes to the front and back of the line looked over at the spectacle Guards chatting nearby craned their necks to get a look

Kerry was ready to disappear If the pan of artificial h, she would’ve juht in and swam to the bottom to escape Drowned herself in the yellow paste just to avoid what could happen next And it could be anything Anything She’d been in holding at the jail for three months and in that tiot stabbed in her right tit for chatting up one of the fe with another inmate

“Probleuard with tattoos up both ar the confrontation from the back of the line

Cornrows looked at hih the corner of her eye and spat, “Nah—none at all”

The guard looked at Kerry “You okay?” he asked rather politely He’d been working at the jail for over five years and in that tio and stir up trouble in the jail each time Kerry was new to him

“I’m fine,” Kerry lied nervously

“Move it along then, Thoed Thoer

After taking two steps, she looked back at Kerry and mouthed, “You mine”