This week I revised chapters 15, 16, and 17. I discovered that I accidentally wrote the whole of chapter sixteen in the present tense even though everything else is in the past tense. Weird. For chapter seventeen I did some interesting research about Mexican jails. I perused several lovely photos, saw a police car that was a slug bug, and learned that if one decides to pursue illegal activities south of the border you should only do so in a district where the jail features cameras in its cells. Occasionally, especially rowdy individuals have been bludgeoned past the point of no return in recent years. Not that I would recommend that anyone go sightseeing in our illustrious American jails or prisons. I was granted a tour once and the fierce, gun clad, lady guard who informed me that the prison did not recognize hostages has caused me to stifle any and all criminal interests. Such as smuggling 70% dark chocolate past the hunky hubby to nibble undetected beneath my pillow. Ah, sweet memories of my decadent youth.
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