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Tracy approached her. "Thank you." With difficulty, she forced a friendly note into her voice.
Ernestine grunted and said nothing.
"How did you get me past Old Iron Pants?"
"She ain't with us no mo'."
"What happened to her?"
"We got a little system. If a guard is hard-ass and starts givin' us too much of a bad time, we get rid of 'em."
"You mean the warden listens to---?"
"Shee-et. What's the warden got to do with it?"
"Then how can you---?"
"It's easy. When the guard you want to get rid of is on duty,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], hassles begin to happen. Complaints start comin' in. A prisoner reports that Old Iron Pants grabbed her pussy. The next day 'nother prisoner accuses her of brutality. Then someone complains she took somethin' from her cell--- say a radio--- and sure enough, it turns up in Old Iron Pants's room. Old Iron Pants is gone. The guards don't run this prison,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we do."