There were never enough prison guards, there never would be, so they spent most of their time banged up in their cell, just the two of them, roommates by chance, friends by choice.
They read a lot (Zane Grey, Elmore Leonard) and from time to time spoke a lot.
They discussed many things including sealing wax and cabbages and kings, but mainly about snow, Walrus because he loved skiing (he had been a contender for the Olympics), and Carpenter because he once killed a man and it was the blood in the snow that gave him up.
Different strokes for different folks.
Written in response to Typewriter Wisoff-Fields’ 100 word challenge found here!