She pointed and I laid her down gently and told her to rest, as I covered her with her blanket."Does your father keep any alcohol like whiskey?"She no...ded."Where?" In the cupboard by the window." she sniffed.I opened the jug and sniffed, my guess was that it was pure grain alcohol. I just poured a small amount into a pottery cup that was hanging upside down then I mixed in the same amount of water from a bucket that was next to the cups. I figured that would help her sleep and handed the cup to. Patrick was in his cell with the three brothers, the young prisoner they had saved from assault from Hartwell outside keeping an eye out, as Patrick told the three brothers about Friday and the escape, inviting them to climb out after him and have the chance of getting free. Jim the oldest of the three brothers looked at his siblings as they slouched around in the cell, ‘We only have another eighteen months to go before release. If we do a runner and are caught we’ll get another two to five. I am proud of you, don't shake your head no, yes I am. When you are ready you can come back you will always have a job here." Celina's face lit up the first smile that I'd seen on her face that actually reached her eyes was plastered to her face. "You should believe him, as I have found out he is an honorable man." I heard Cloe behind me, we both looked at her an actual smile was on her lips. "He does keep his word, unlike so many that I have met, trust me if he says it, he will do his best to. "I know you didn't," Dorothy says in a low voice, stroking Cassandra's cheek. "Perhaps ... perhaps you will tell me now where this friend of yours came from?"Little Cassie shakes her head. "I promised I wouldn't."Cassie swallows. The fear is back. When Dorothy strokes little Cassie's cheek again, her hand is trembling. "Cassandra..."Little Cassie jumps back. "You want to send him back!"Dorothy shakes her head, but her emotions say the exact opposite. "No, I wouldn't do anything like that to.