Yes, Erica was trying to hide right out in the open. Balled up in her sitting position on her cot, a few of her “roommates” passed her with comments. They seemed to know who she was clearly enough. They knew what she was there for. They knew her crimes even though she had never seen any of the before...  Perhaps this was the way it is in prison. Inmates know what and to who it’s going to happen before it ever does.<br/>The older inmate stopped to talk, she squatted down to make eye contact with Erica. She seemed to be giving her advice, maybe it was a warning, maybe she had some compassion for what Erica had already been through, but also for what was coming.<br/>Erica’s notice was for her to report earlier that morning to the Counseling Center. Make an appointment, but Dr. Yves Montana sent her away. ”We”ll wait until everyone meets today in group. I want to hear what everyone has to say before I deal with you individually.”<br/>Her first inclination was to show him her notice. Wanting to complain...”but I was ordered here. Be here at 9 AM“...but she bit her tongue. She held her words. She learned that during her “Adjustment and Orientation“ period.<br/>” Keep your fucking mouth shut bitch. It doesn’t matter what you want or think. Just do what you are told” was what she heard, and eventually what she did as the 4 “Orientation Officers”had their way with her.<br/><br/>But now it was her time to talk. She was the last one to enter the group room. Always walking last,  thinking no one was behind her, no one could  grab her, pull her away and do more harm, more hurt to her.