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said, “I was Tracy Whitney.” She had the nightmarish feeling that her identity was slipping away. A spasm of nausea swept through her, and she gripped the edge of the bunk to steady herself.
    “Where you come from, honey?” the fat woman asked.
    “I’m sorry, I—I don’t feel like talking.” She suddenly felt too weak to stand. She slumped down on the edge of the filthy bunk and wiped the beads of cold perspiration from her face with her skirt. My baby , she thought. I should have told the warden I’m going to have a baby. He’ll move me into a clean cell. Perhaps they’ll even let me have a cell by myself.
    She heard footsteps coming down the corridor. A matron was walking past the cell. Tracy hurried to the cell door. “Excuse me,” she said, “I have to see the warden. I’m—”
    “I’ll send him right down,” the matron said over her shoulder.
    “You don’t understand. I’m—”
    The matron was gone.
    Tracy crammed her knuckles in her mouth to keep from screaming.
    “You sick or somethin’, honey?” the Puerto Rican asked.
    Tracy shook her head, unable to speak. She walked back to the bunk, looked at it a moment, then slowly lay down on it. It was an act of hopelessness, an act of surrender. She closed her eyes.
    Her tenth birthday was the most exciting day of her life. We’re going to Antoine’s for dinner , her father announced.
    Antoine’s! It was a name that conjured up another world, a world of beauty and glamour and wealth. Tracy knew that her father did not have much money: We’ll be able to afford a vacation next year , was the constant refrain in the house. And now they were going to Antoine’s! Tracy’s mother dressed her in a new green frock.
    Just look at you two , her father boasted. I’m with the two prettiest women in New Orleans. Everyone’s going to be jealous of me.
    Antoine’s was everything Tracy had dreamed it would be, and more. So much more. It was a fairyland, elegant andtastefully decorated, with white napery and gleaming silver-and-gold monogrammed dishes. It’s a palace , Tracy thought. I’ll bet kings and queens come here. She was too excited to eat, too busy staring at all the beautifully dressed men and women. When I’m grown up , Tracy promised herself, I’m going to come to Antoine’s every night, and I’ll bring my mother and father with me.
    You’re not eating, Tracy , her mother said.
    And to please her, Tracy forced herself to eat a few mouthfuls. There was a cake for her, with ten candles on it, and the waiters sang Happy Birthday and the other guests turned and applauded, and Tracy felt like a princess. Outside she could hear the clang of a streetcar bell as it passed.
    The clanging of the bell was loud and insistent.
    “Suppertime,” Ernestine Littlechap announced.
    Tracy opened her eyes. Cell doors were slamming open throughout the cell block. Tracy lay on her bunk, trying desperately to hang on to the past.
    “Hey! Chow time,” the young Puerto Rican said.
    The thought of food sickened her. “I’m not hungry.”
    Paulita, the fat Mexican woman spoke. “Es llano. It’s simple. They don’ care if you’re hungry or not. Everybody gotta go to mess.”
    Inmates were lining up in the corridor outside.
    “You better move it, or they’ll have your ass,” Ernestine warned.
    I can’t move , Tracy thought. I’ll stay here.
    Her cell mates left the cell and lined up in a double file. A short, squat matron with peroxided-blond hair saw Tracy lying on her bunk. “You!” she said. “Didn’t you hear the bell? Get out here.”
    Tracy said, “I’m not hungry, thank you. I’d like to be excused.”
    The matron’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stormed inside the cell and strode over to where Tracy lay. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You waitin’ for room service? Get your ass in that line. I could put you on report for this. If it happens again, you go to the bing. Understand?”
    She did not understand. She did not