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, seven days before Ernestine's release. Sue Ellen Brannigan had taken Amy into New Orleans for the weekend, and Tracy was at work in the prison kitchen.
"How's the nursemaid job goin'?" Ernestine asked.
"All right."
"I seen that little girl. She seems real sweet."
"She's okay." Her tone was indifferent.
"I'll sure be glad to get outta here. I'll tell you one thing, I ain't never comin' back to this joint. If there's anythin' Al or me kin do for you on the outside---"
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"What I was sayin' was if me and Al can do anythin' for you--- you know--- send you things or---"
"Ernie, what's a laundry truck doing here? The prison has its own laundry."
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Tracy was no longer listening. She knew how she was going to escape.
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