Intake Day at Ashgrove – Part 2: Visiting

The night ran on her routine, and it was the most precisely kind thing he had ever experienced. She walked him to the cell, a small whitewashed room with a bunk and a bucket-shaped lamp, and showed him the latch, once, twice, three times. She closed the door. The clang rolled round the corridor. His hand found the latch, and he laid his thumb on it, and breathed out.

She returned every thirty minutes by the wall clock, with the keys and a clipboard, and inspected him, and the cell, in silence. She corrected his bed, his stance, his speech. She had him stand to attention, silent, for twenty minutes, while she sat in the corridor with a book. She had him recite the regulations through the grille, and made him begin again at every error. She set him tasks: to scrub the floor, to fold the blanket, to stand at the window and watch the rain.

"Does Fourteen wish to continue?" every half hour.

"Yes, Governor."

"Say it plainly."

"I do, Governor. Thank you."

"The Governor does not require thanks." But there was a note in her voice that was not on the page.

At one she sat on the stool outside the open door with a flask of tea, and, without looking at him, poured a second cup and set it on the floor inside the cell. "Drink."

He drank. It was hot and sweet, and he held it in both hands and thought, for no reason he could explain, that he might cry.

"You may," said the Governor, as if he had spoken. "No one is watching."

At two, the rain eased on the roof.

"Visiting," said Rosamund, quietly.

She said it for them both. The cap came off. The jacket was hung on the cell door. She came in and sat on the narrow bunk beside him in her shirtsleeves and drew the grey blanket round his shoulders.

"How are you?"

"Processed," said Piers, laughing damply. "And, I think, discharged."

"Both." She kissed his forehead. "You were a very fine prisoner, Piers."

"Will there be another intake?"

"The prison has a third wing." She smiled in the lamplight. "I have taken the liberty of booking it. It has a stricter regime."

"I'll bring my own slippers," said Piers.

"You will bring your number," said Rosamund.

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