Inside their cell, Dubois was agitated, barely able to sit still for more than a few minutes.
Trying to sweat the tension out of his body, Joe had been exercising again. He couldn’t take this cell tonight.
Last night’s meal had only reminded him of what it felt like to be a man. Not a caged beast, but a man, with his own clothes, his own home, his own destiny. He watched Dubois pace up and down the cell, smoking the last of their cigarettes, and suspected Dubois felt the same. They’d had a taste of freedom last night, and it had awakened them. The hibernation was over. The cold suddenly felt like a heavy cloak Joe could shed off his shoulders if he wanted to.
Sweating, he pulled his wool sweater over his head and off his chest.
“Do you want the last of this?” Dubois handed him the ciga
