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She had to think of the baby. She had read of women having babies in prison,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but the stories had been so remote from her own life that it was as though she were reading about people from another planet. Now it was happening to her. You'll have to do whatever you think best with your baby, Charles had said. She wanted to have her baby. And yet, she thought,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they won't let me keep it. They'll take it away from me because I'm going to be in prison for the next fifteen years. It's better that it never knows about its mother.
She wept.
At 5:00 in the morning a male guard,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], accompanied by a matron,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], entered Tracy's cell. "Tracy Whitney?"
"Yes." She was surprised at how odd her voice sounded.
"By order of the Criminal Court of the State of Louisiana, Orleans Parish,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you are forthwith being transferred to the Southern Louisiana Penitentiary for Women. Let's move it, babe."
She was walked down a long corridor,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], past cells filled with inmates. There was a series of catcalls.
"Have a good trip,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], honey...."
"You tell me where you got that paintin' hidden, Tracy, baby, and I'll split the money with you..."
"If you're headin' for the big house, ask for Ernestine Littlechap. She'll take real good care of you...."
Tracy passed the telephone where she had made her call to Charles. Good-bye,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Charles.