THE INTERVIEW

            The woman walked into the studio with an orange jumpsuit that had ‘D.O.C.’ stamped on the back in big black letters. She had her hands at her waist and folded. She had on her cuffs and shackles around her wrists and ankles and also with black shoes on. Her brown chestnut hair was tied back into a ponytail and her hair looked like it was beaten down by life. Her deep blue eyes were swollen and red from all of the sleepless nights. She had black and purple bags under and around her eyes. She also looked skinny, but unhealthy for her age.

She was the mother of two daughters and a wife to a faithful husband, even though that this was about six months since her conviction and nine months since the events that changed her life. She was a totally different person since then. The corrections officer, with her black pants, tan shirt that had a golden star on the sleeve, had her gun and nightstick visible as she calmly sat her down in front of the camera and opposite another seat that was the same as hers.

She quietly looked around, biting her upper lip with a sense of urgency in her eyes. But also, with a glimmer of fear and panic as well. This look never left her since those events.

The cameraman had a black goatee with grey strands at the very tip. He had on a Megadeth tee shirt and a black hat that was on backwards that covered his mane of black hair that stretched far down his back. He had black cargo shorts with a chain of skulls that connected their way down into his right-hand pocket which was probably connected to his wallet and black socks that connected into them. He wore black DC skateboard shoes and was chewing gum that had the scent of cinnamon. She made all of these observations when he leaned in to attach a small microphone to her lapel. As he did so, she began to sulk.

He took one look at her he walked behind the camera to the table that had a variety of snacks and took a box of tissues, he walked back over to her and handed it to her, he then squeezed her shoulder affectionately. She returned a tiny, worn-out smile to him. Quietly, they knew each other from high school. The cameraman was her brother-in-law, Hank. Her name was Susie Langerson and Hank introduced her to her husband Tommy.