In prison, every night the inmates are gathered to watch the news.
Even when watching TV, they must abide by the rules, sitting upright one by one, without whispering.
This is their daily moment of relaxation connecting to the outside world, and everyone cherishes it, watching intently. Originally a quiet scene is suddenly broken by the sound of a chair being knocked over with a loud bang.
"4287, what are you doing? Sit down!" The guard sternly reprimands.
Chaya Davis, her hair cut short and visibly skinnier, points at the TV with red eyes, hysterically shouting, "That's my husband, my husband!"
The other inmates look up at the TV, where a suave man in a sharp suit is saying something. Could such a man really be her husband?
What a joke!
"Must have been blind, picking her?"
"Her husband? Yeah right. I could say he's my husband too!"
"He's an engineer; how could he possibly be her husband?"
"He is my husband!"
