When Tracy returned to the cell, Ernestine Littlechap was already there. Tracy wondered incuriously where she had been at dinnertime. Tracy looked at the toilet in the corner. She desperately needed to use it, but she could not bring herself to do so in front of these women. She would wait until the lights went out. She sat down on the edge of her bunk.
Ernestine Littlechap said, “I understan’ you didn’t eat none of your supper. Tha’s stupid.”
How could she have known that? And why should she care? “How do I see the warden?”
“You put in a written request. The guards use it for toilet paper. They figure any cunt who wants to see the warden is a troublemaker.” She walked over to Tracy. “There’s lotsa things kin get you in trouble here. What you need is a friend who kin he’p keep you outta trouble.” She smiled, showing a gold front tooth. Her voice was soft. “Someone who knows their way around the zoo.”
Tracy looked up into the black woman’s grinning face. It seemed to be floating somewhere near the ceiling.
It was the tallest thing she had ever seen.
That’s a giraffe, her father said.
They were at the zoo in Audubon Park. Tracy loved the park. On Sundays they went there to listen to the band concerts, and afterward her mother and father took her to the aquarium or the zoo. They walked slowly, looking at the animals in their cages.
Don’t they hate being locked up, Papa?
Her father laughed. No, Tracy. They have a wonderful life. They’re taken care of and fed, and their enemies can’t get at them.
They looked unhappy to Tracy. She wanted to open their cages and let them out. I wouldn’t ever want to be locked up like that, Tracy thought.
At 8:45 the warning bell rang throughout the prison. Tracy’s cell mates began to undress. Tracy did not move.
Lola said, “You got fifteen minutes to get ready for bed.”
The women had stripped and put on nightgowns. The per-oxided-blond matron passed the cell. She stopped when she saw Tracy lying on her cot.
“Get undressed,” she ordered. She turned to Ernestine. “Didn’t you tell her?”
“Yeah. We tol’ her.”
The matron turned back to Tracy. “We got a way of takin’ care of troublemakers,” she warned. “You do what you’re told here, or I’ll bust your ass.” The matron moved down the hall.
Paulita cautioned, “You better listen to her, baby. Old Iron Pants is one mean bitch.”
Slowly, Tracy rose and began to undress, keeping her back to the others. She took off all her clothes, with the exception of her panties, and slipped the coarse nightgown over her head. She felt the eyes of the other women on her.
“You got a real nice body,” Paulita commented.
“Yeah, real nice,” Lola echoed.
Tracy felt a shiver go through her.
Ernestine moved over to Tracy and looked down at her. “We’re your friends. We gonna take good care of you.” Her voice was hoarse with excitement.
Tracy wildly jerked around. “Leave me alone! All of you. I’m—I’m not that way.”
The black woman chuckled. “You’ll be any way we want you to be, baby.”
“Hay tiempo. There’s plenty of time.”
The lights went out.
The dark was Tracy’s enemy. She sat on the edge of her bunk, her body tense. She could sense the others waiting to pounce on her. Or was it her imagination? She was so over-wrought that everything seemed to be a threat. Had they threatened her? Not really. They were probably just trying to be friendly, and she had read sinister implications into their overtures. She had heard about homosexual activity in prisons, but that had to be the exception rather than the rule. A prison would not permit that sort of behavior.
Still, there was a nagging doubt. She decided she would stay awake all night. If one of them made a move, she would call for help. It was the responsibility of the guards to see that nothing happened to the inmates. She reassured herself that there was nothing to worry about. She would just have to stay alert.