Laura was pretty sure that Jofuette was some kind of trusty, maybe even a stool pigeon. It didn’t bother her much. Jofuette didn’t speak English and Laura had no secrets anyway. But Jofuette, unlike Laura, was allowed to go out into the exercise yard and mingle with the prisoners. She could get hold of little things: harsh, nasty cigarettes, a box of sugared vitamin pills, a needle and thread. She was good to have around, wonderful, better than anyone.