All Bethany needed was the quiet. An hour of no children running, screaming, or pulling each other's hair. And no husband to come home, complaining about his sex life and how hungry it made him. An hour of quiet was all she had--and all she wanted.
"'Ey, you." The warden banged against Bethany's cell. "You're next."
The buzz of the hair clippers at once numbed and thrilled her.
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