12 December 2005

Museum of Modern Art

The warden was gone from the prison, which had been converted from its previous use as the Museum of Modern Art. A mob functionary entered in a suit and murdered an inmate, and a prisoner realized he could escape. He ran out the front door, and ran towards a field in his stockinged feet. Then a feeling of laziness and futility came over him, and he realized that there was a chance he could strike a deal by testifying about this and other murders. He returned hoping he would not be charged for escaping. The warden has just returned with his wife and daughter with department store bags and a take-out lunch. He told the warden that he had just gone out to get them both coffee and donuts but the place was closed. The warden nodded his head.

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