A Prisoner Of Birth

'Nick is teaching me to read and write,' he told her. 'And Big Al is showing me how to survive in prison.' He waited to see how Beth would react.

'How lucky you were to end up in that cell.'

Danny hadn't thought about that before, and suddenly realized he ought to thank Mr. Jenkins. 'So what's happening back in Bacon Road?' he asked, touching Beth's thigh.

'Some of the locals are collecting signatures for a petition to have you released, and Danny Cartwright is innocent has been sprayed on the wall outside Bow Road tube station. No one's tried to remove it, not even the council.'

Danny listened to all of Beth's news while he munched his way through three Mars Bars and drank two more Diet Cokes, aware that he wouldn't be allowed to take anything back to his cell once the visit was over.

He wanted to hold Christy, but she'd fallen asleep in Beth's arms. The sight of his child only made him more determined to learn to read and write. He wanted to be able to answer all of Mr. Redmayne's questions so that he would be ready for his appeal and to surprise Beth by replying to her letters.

'All visitors must now leave,' announced a voice over the loudspeaker.

Danny wondered where the shortest hour in his life had gone as he looked up to check the clock on the wall. He rose slowly from his seat and took Beth in his arms, kissing her gently. He couldn't help remembering that this was the most common way for visitors to pass drugs to their partners, and that the security staff would be watching them closely. Some prisoners even swallowed the drugs so they wouldn't be discovered when they were searched before returning to their cells.

'Goodbye, my darling,' said Beth when he eventually released her.

'Goodbye,' said Danny, sounding desperate. 'Oh, I nearly forgot,' he added, pulling a piece of paper out of a pocket in his jeans. No sooner had he passed the message to her than an officer appeared by his side and grabbed it.

'You can't exchange anything while you're on a visit, Cartwright.'

'But it's only-' began Danny.

'No buts. It's time for you to leave, Miss.'

Danny stood watching as Beth walked away, carrying his daughter. His eyes never left them until they had disappeared out of sight.

'I must get out of here,' he said out loud.

The officer unfolded the note and read the first words Danny Cartwright had ever written to Beth. 'It won't be long before we're together again.' The officer looked worried.

***

'Short back and sides?' asked Louis as the next customer took his place in the barber's chair.

'No,' whispered Danny. 'I want you to make my hair look more like your last customer's.'

'It'll cost you,' said Louis.

'How much?'

'Same as Nick, ten fags a month.'

Danny removed a packet of unopened Marlboros from his jeans. 'Today, and a month in advance,' said Danny, 'if you do the job properly.'

The barber smiled as Danny placed the cigarettes back in his pocket.

Louis walked slowly around the chair, occasionally stopping to take a closer look before he offered an opinion.

'First thing you'll have to do is let your hair grow and wash it two or three times a week,' he said. 'Nick never has a hair out of place, and his cut is slightly at the nape of the neck,' he added, as he came to a halt behind him. 'You'll also need to shave every day. And cut your sideboards a lot higher if you want to look like a gent.' After another perambulation, he added, 'Nick parts his hair on the left, not the right, so that's the first change I'll have to make. And his hair's a shade lighter than yours, but nothing a little lemon juice won't take care of.'

'How long will all this take?' asked Danny.

'Six months, no longer. But I'll need to see you at least once a month,' he added.

'I'm not going anywhere,' said Danny. 'So book me in for the first Monday of every month, because the job has to be finished by the time my appeal comes up. My lawyer seems to think that it matters what you look like when you're in the dock, and I want to look like an officer, not a criminal.'

'Shrewd fellow, your lawyer,' said Louis, throwing a green sheet around Danny before picking up his clippers. Twenty minutes later an almost imperceptible change had begun to take place. 'Don't forget,' said Louis as he held up the mirror for his valued customer before brushing a few hairs from his shoulders. 'You'll need to shave every morning. And shampoo your hair at least twice a week if you hope to pass muster, to use one of Nick's expressions.'

'Back to your cells,' shouted Mr. Hagen. The officer looked surprised when he saw an unopened packet of twenty cigarettes pass between the two prisoners. 'Found another customer for the alternative service you offer, have you, Louis?' he asked with a grin.

Danny and Louis remained silent.

'Funny that, Cartwright,' said Hagen. 'I'd never have put you down for a queer.'

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

MINUTES TURNED INTO hours, hours became days, days ended up being weeks in the longest year of Danny's life. Though, as Beth regularly reminded him, it hadn't been entirely wasted. In a couple of months' time Danny would take-sit, Nick's word-six GCSEs, and his mentor seemed confident that he would pass them all with flying colors. Beth had asked him which A levels he had signed up for.

'I'll have been released long before then,' he promised her.

'But I still want you to take them,' she insisted.

Beth and Christy had visited Danny on the first Sunday of every month, and lately she could talk of little else but his upcoming appeal, even though a date hadn't yet been posted in the court calendar. Mr. Redmayne was still searching for fresh evidence, because without it, he admitted, they didn't stand much of a chance. Danny had recently read a Home Office report, which said that 97 percent of lifers' appeals were rejected, and the remaining 3 percent ended up with no more than a minor reduction in their sentence. He tried not to think about the consequences of failing to win his appeal. What would happen to Beth and Christy if he had to serve another twenty-one years? Beth never raised the subject, but Danny had already accepted that he couldn't expect all three of them to serve a life sentence.

In Danny's experience, lifers fell into two categories: those who completely cut themselves off from the outside world-no letters, no calls, no visits-and those who, like a bedridden invalid, remain a burden to their families for the rest of their lives. He had already decided which course he would take if his appeal was turned down.

***

Dr. Beresford killed in car accident read the headline on the front page of the Mail on Sunday. The article went on to tell its readers that Lawrence Davenport's star was on the wane, and the producers of The Prescription had decided to write him out of the script. Davenport was to be killed off in a tragic car accident involving a drunk-driver. He would be rushed to his own hospital where Nurse Petal, whom he had recently ditched when he discovered she was pregnant, would try to save his life, but would be unable… The phone rang in Spencer Craig's study. He wasn't surprised to find it was Gerald Payne on the other end of the line.

'Have you seen the papers?' Payne asked.

'Yes,' said Craig. 'Frankly I'm not surprised. The show's ratings have been going west for the past year, so they're obviously looking for some gimmick to give them a boost.'