‘Come with us to the Warden’s office. Something major has happened, not that I have to like it,’ the corrections officer smirked. ‘Then it’s...good news for me, I take it,’ I taunted him. ‘Shut your smart mouth, prisoner,’ he ordered me. I got quiet, not wanting to provoke him too much. If there WAS good news, after all, I didn’t want to blow it by mouthing off to the prison staff. I walked into the Warden’s office, past the other cells full of ignorant, sleeping convicts. ‘Sit down, Mr. Walker.. ?You’re cheerful? Riley said?I’m always cheerful? George retorted.It was the doctor who confirmed she was pregnant. Then came the barrage of questions. She wasn’t daft however and George had coached her well. She was to say she had been in a sexual relationship before she came to prison but it had fizzled out when she was convicted. That way there was no trail and no questions.George had planned this right. He had managed to get her pregnant within the first week or so of her incarceration.. The council employee who officiated the funeral did his best to hasten the event along. The memorial service wasn't religious, so there were no hymns or prayers. Granny Iris had requested some mid-century jazz that sounded very peculiar to Odile's ears. The music she listened to was entirely electronic. Real instruments were too expensive and there was nowhere for musicians to learn how to play them. It was fortunate that the crematorium had its own electricity supply so when the lights. He was sure that couldn’t be good for conception. He’d done his best to romance her and get her turned on but she was so impatient that all she wanted was to have him to dump a load in her as quickly as possible.Reba had always had anything she wanted. Daddy had provided cars, jewelry, and even vetted young men. When she’d chosen Sam Watkins to be her husband, there was never a question that she could have him. Sam was a well-paid part owner of a startup software company that had gone public.