"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile," Jane Sampson chuckled, her laughter free from any hint of strain or resignation.
If her spirit were so fragile, where in this world would there be sunshine for her, Jane Sampson?
As for the guard team, ever since Jane Sampson's emoticons were released, Peter Gingery had been keeping an eye on the show. On Saturday night, a group of them huddled in the entertainment room, surrounding the big TV to watch.
In the sizable entertainment room, those who couldn't snag a chair even sat on the floor. Peter Gingery, sitting in the middle of the crowd, was laughing mischievously to himself. He was planning to go online after the program ended and edit together all of Jane's footage—any of it that could be made into an emoticon, whether still or animated. He intended to save every last one.
Later, when Jane Sampson gave him a hard time, he would respond with her own emoticons. Then he would see how Jane managed to banter with him cheerfully.
