Page’s lone brown eye didn’t make contact. Embarrassment seemed to lurk under the attempt at bravado.
“You ready?” the officer said.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Page said.
“You should’ve told me this when I came to get you this morning,” the officer said.
“I wanted to talk to him face-to-face, all right?” Page said.
He left without another word or look, shuffled back into the prison that is his home.