I like her calm. I look down to hide my pride. Then I feel stupid. A high school degree means nothing in Saigon. And education can't do anything for me here in Tri Ton Prison.
Yen picks up the soup pot and leaves.
Twelve o' clock, time for lunch. Chao will distribute the cooked rice. Yen comes back from her work in the camp. She stands at her door to wait for the guard. Men shout at Yen and taunt her.