I’ve been guarding evening shifts at the local detention centre every night this week. Detainees have come and gone, but one man has remained for almost a week awaiting an escort to go south.
We are like a married couple. I know how he likes his coffee, and we watch TV together in the evenings.
“Can I watch the game?” he asked after we settled down side-by-side to an evening of television (there is a thick barrier of glass between us).
“Yeah, OK,” I told him, sighing heavily. “But at 9:00 I am watching my Christmas movie!”
We’ve worked things out.