I haven’t written since last Sunday, when they took Jack away from me. I spent the rest of my punishment week half dazed with sickness, depressed and weak. Warden Powers called me into his office again and told me that if my behavior was impeccable I might be able to see Jack next month, but my even if I behaved there’s a chance I won’t be able to see him since I’d seen Jack when I wasn’t supposed to. I don’t understand how that’s fair – the warden never told me I wasn’t supposed to get a visit from Jack as part of my punishment. Not that I would have listened, anyway. It was great to see him. I just hope that I’ll be able to see him next month.

I haven’t written here since last Sunday, but I wrote Jack a letter after they took him away from me. Mrs. Waterhouse said I looked so miserable that she agreed to mail it for me, even though inmates aren’t supposed to mail letters. That was a kindness I won’t forget. I just hope she sent it and didn’t just report me to the Warden.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what Jack was talking about, and most of it seems right. I can’t exactly place my finger on it, like I’ve mentioned before the virus makes it hard to do any in-depth thinking, but there’s something there to think about. It’ll keep me busy, at least, thinking about it.

Maybe that’s what all the other inmates are doing all the time when they’re staring off into space. Thinking about all the things they owe. Thinking about how much everything is just borrowed.