* * * * *
Matrons were finishing the messy job of dragging a hysterical woman
out of the office when Keller came back. He had a stubborn look on his
flattened, red face.
"New prisoner asking to see you personal," Keller reported. "Told him
no. Okay?"
"No," I said. "He can see me. That's the law and you know it. He
isn't violent, is he?" I asked in some concern. The room was still in
disarray.
"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important."
"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he
is?"
"One of the Committee--Councilman Coleman."
"Mm-hmm. And who is he really, Captain?"
"Councilman Coleman."