Letters to a Dead Friend, Week 4

The suspect has not been charged, but remains in the hospital, the ship window spun half-open to carry out the constant smoke. I learn and dress better this time, in clothing that will be easy to wash, or won't retain the scent. "It's very strange, but I'm happy," he says. No one guards the door. There's no watch in the hall. They know he won't try to escape.