Ch 29—Homework A
We hugged, and everybody left. I watched their backs and I felt bad ‘cause somehow they kinda took Trina with them. Like if they hadn’t come, she’d still be with me. I stepped out of the room and undressed for the frisk and dressed again and made the long walk to my cell, just putting one foot before the other. Then I gently opened the green-barred door and gently closed it behind me and heard the smashing and crashing of a master lock being closed behind me; and I saw, as almost for the first time, my wall, painted buff below and cream above, and the little bed and washbasin and toilet bowl in my fantastic little six-by-eight-by-nine world. I gently lay down and stretched long, and I put my hands behind the back of my neck and thought, Trina got married. Then, from the cell next to mine, Young Turk said, “Hey, man, you got a visit?”
“Yeah, yeah. My family.”
“Everything all right?”
“Yeah. Everything is all right.”
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
What does his cell look like?
Who does he talk to?
What does Piri say to Young Turk?
Ch 29—Homework B
We hugged, and everybody left. I watched their backs and I felt bad ‘cause somehow they kinda took Trina with them. Like if they hadn’t come, she’d still be with me. I stepped out of the room and made the long walk to my cell. Then I opened the door and closed it behind me and heard the smashing of a master lock being closed behind me; and I saw my wall, painted buff below and cream above, and the little bed and washbasin and toilet bowl in my fantastic little six-by-eight-by-nine world. I lay down and put my hands behind the back of my neck and thought, Trina got married. Then, from the cell next to mine, Young Turk said, “Hey, man, you got a visit?”
“Yeah, yeah. My family.”
“Everything all right?”
“Yeah. Everything is all right.”
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
What does his cell look like?
Who does he talk to?
Ch 29—Homework C
We hugged, and everybody left. I felt bad ‘cause somehow they took Trina with them. Like if they hadn’t come, she’d still be with me. I made the long walk to my cell. I saw my wall, painted buff below and cream above, and the little bed and washbasin and toilet bowl in my fantastic little six-by-eight-by-nine world. I lay down and put my hands behind the back of my neck and thought, Trina got married. Then, from the cell next to mine, Young Turk said, “Hey, man, you got a visit?”
“Yeah, yeah. My family.”
“Everything all right?”
“Yeah. Everything is all right.”
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
What does his cell look like?
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