As Gauthier escorted Joe back to his cell, Joe glanced over at him a few times, hoping Gauthier would say something. But Gauthier never talked to him anymore. Was it the death of his baby daughter making him so sad? Joe didn’t want to bring the subject up. This place was getting to Gauthier. The loneliness of it all. The man was slowly being ostracized, Joe could see it. The English guards wouldn’t talk to him much, and Gauthier was always alone. His only friend used to be Lebeau, but lately, Lebeau had taken up with Williams and his gang of brutes, leaving Gauthier to fend for himself.
“So,” Joe asked Gauthier, as he was unlocking the gate, “are you going home for Christmas?” He caught the sad look on Gauthier’s face and wished he hadn’t brought it up.
“No, not this year.” Gauthier smil
