of food were you thinking of? "Well...Italian, I suppose." "molto buona," Sam muttered to herself as she shuffled through the drawer in front of her looking for menus.
"THICKETT."
Sam rushed out of her cell. Life behind the desk at a fancy hotel? The Carters? Cyndi Lauper? She'd dreamed weirder. Anything to help her escape reality...death row was anything but The Fairmount Hotel. At least she'd started dreaming in different languages. She'd always heard that that's when you knew you were fluent. Even if most of her dream was in English, it was a step. Roll call was over; Samantha returned to her latest read: a German novel she asked the library to order specially. It wasn't hard to achieve things like that in her position--this was probably the only benefit Sam found from being imprisoned. That and of course an excess of free time.
119 days
Sam gave Tom Cruise a wink when she woke for breakfast. There was mail for her today, they said. Probably from the pen pal service. Gabe had been writing to her pretty faithfully lately, ever since her latest appeal was denied. But there was no return address on this envelope and it didn't look like Gabe's handwriting scrawled on the front...
Dear Samantha,
I always loved you. Remember that.
-Nick
She couldn't breathe. This had to be some kind of joke. The last time Samantha Thickett saw Nicholas Hormah was when she put a bullet in his brain. She flipped the envelope over and read the note about one thousand times. She couldn't tell if it was his handwriting. It was anyone's guess.
118 days
"What does this mean?! Is he alive? How is that possible?"
"THICKETT."
Sam rushed out of her cell. Life behind the desk at a fancy hotel? The Carters? Cyndi Lauper? She'd dreamed weirder. Anything to help her escape reality...death row was anything but The Fairmount Hotel. At least she'd started dreaming in different languages. She'd always heard that that's when you knew you were fluent. Even if most of her dream was in English, it was a step. Roll call was over; Samantha returned to her latest read: a German novel she asked the library to order specially. It wasn't hard to achieve things like that in her position--this was probably the only benefit Sam found from being imprisoned. That and of course an excess of free time.
119 days
Sam gave Tom Cruise a wink when she woke for breakfast. There was mail for her today, they said. Probably from the pen pal service. Gabe had been writing to her pretty faithfully lately, ever since her latest appeal was denied. But there was no return address on this envelope and it didn't look like Gabe's handwriting scrawled on the front...
Dear Samantha,
I always loved you. Remember that.
-Nick
She couldn't breathe. This had to be some kind of joke. The last time Samantha Thickett saw Nicholas Hormah was when she put a bullet in his brain. She flipped the envelope over and read the note about one thousand times. She couldn't tell if it was his handwriting. It was anyone's guess.
118 days
"What does this mean?! Is he alive? How is that possible?"
