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The farm was on the other side of the main prison,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and the twenty acres,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], planted with vegetables and fruit trees, were tended by trusties. There was a large artificial lake used for irrigation, surrounded by a stone wall that rose above it.
The next five days were almost like a new life for Tracy. Under different circumstances,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she would have enjoyed getting away from the bleak prison walls, free to walk around the farm and breathe the fresh country air, but all she could think about was escaping. When she was not on duty with Amy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she was required to report back to the prison. Each night Tracy was locked in her cell,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but in the daytime she had the illusion of freedom. After breakfast in the prison kitchen,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she walked over to the warden's cottage and made breakfast for Amy. Tracy had learned a good deal about cooking from Charles, and she was tempted by the varieties of foodstuffs on the warden's shelves, but Amy preferred a simple breakfast of oatmeal or cereal with fruit. Afterward, Tracy would play games with the little girl or read to her. Without thinking. Tracy began teaching Amy the games her mother had played with her.
Amy loved puppets. Tracy tried to copy Shari Lewis's Lamb Chop for her from one of the warden's old socks, but it turned out looking like a cross between a fox and a duck. "I think it's beautiful," Amy said loyally.
Tracy made the puppet speak with different accents: French, Italian,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], German, and the one Amy adored the most, Paulita's Mexican lilt. Tracy would watch the pleasure oft the child's face and think,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I won't become involved. She's just my means of getting out of this place.