In order for me to regularly visit the jail I had to pass a background check, sign and initial paperwork and partake of ‘Volunteer Orientation’, a meeting where the prison rules and regulations were explained.
I arrived early one afternoon and waited in a main lobby and watched flustered kin squabbling over bail money while other visitors lined up at the metal detector, patted down by bored-looking officers.
A door in the corner of the big room burst open.
“Anyone for Orientation?” said a tiny lady.
I put up my hand and hustled for the open door.
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