Valerie was standing against the wall with a crazy heartbeat while the woman sitting on the bunk was laughing crazily.
She had a bob cut. Her sleek black hair brushed against her face as she laughed. Holding her stomach, she was doubling over.
"You are so stupid," she wheezed between fits of laughter, "Didn't you see me lying on the upper bunk? How come you didn't realize that there was someone else in the room?"
Valerie glared at her. She wanted to throttle the neck of the woman who first acted as a ghost and now didn't seem to stop laughing at her stupidity.
Her laughter was echoing in the small cell, but it was hurting Valerie's ear drums. At last, when the woman got a grip of it, she gave a once-over to Valerie.
"Hmm. You seem rich!" chuckling to herself, she sat on the lower bunk, "Come on. Lighten up. Trust me. It's going to get worse."
