"Now what I want is, facts," said Tilda. "None of this storybook crap for me." She dropped her cigarette, and crushed it with her shoe
"Stories are better 'cause you can play like you're somewheres else. Like someplace besides prison," Euline whispered, blushing.
"That's nothing but dreamin'. A book oughta be useful," said Tilda. "Why can't we just read a good how-to book?"
"Because how-to books ain't proper for Book Club." Euline said faintly.
"Look. How 'bout this. I'll read your little storybook, if you read me the facts of life."
Eulene giggled. The matron whistled. The convicts went inside.


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Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~