the crickets sang as her toes dug into the soft , warm dust . my hand jerked , banging the phone against my ear . i could have killed him , she thought . his lips curled at the corners , but it was a sad smile . bet you dont get to dance or sing much in the rest of the prison . tell me what you 're hiding . my friend , a late supper to discuss it ? and i must say , she was all right when i first took my job . 