2 or 3 things I know about her

My heart was full of defiance and fatalism as the months and years passed.

It was habit for the guards to shoot at inmates as a warning, or for fun. They shot close to our bodies, from the walls and towers.

I was standing in the yard when a bullet whistled past my ear and stuck the ground in front of me. From a window, a guard shouted at me, "Get back into the line."

I stepped back in line, but not before the head guard, Bill Ryan, saw what happened. He came over with two others, Tommy Thompson and John Salberg. Thompson grabbed my arm and twisted it. I cursed him. Pushing me in front of him, Thompson moved me off to the "back alley," a row of unused stone buildings at the prison. They kept goosing me and pushing me with their canes. Arm twisted off or not