In the huge apartment of close friends: I clean their kitchen, remember their white sink. Then I see our black cat with a chicken bone sticking out of her mouth; I take it away so she won't choke on it. I see their daughter's clothes neatly piled in a chair. -- Walk down a narrow dark corridor where our friends are living. I hear them say: "Where is the inmate?" and I answer: "Here I am." I walk into a tiny room, separated by an accordion door....