The man’s dedicated, I’ll give him that. Every day he combs his hair, grabs his Bible, and proceeds through the compound stopping at every patient’s door. He politely introduces himself as ‘Herbert’ and steps inside, delighted for an opportunity to save another soul. To be honest with you, I don’t think the patients have any idea what’s going on, they’re just glad for the company. Every day Herbert- up against the wall, sneaks his way toward room 32. “Damn it!” I hear him yell. For once again, the occupant of room 32 has evaded him. “Maybe next time!” I yell back. Poor Herbert, I don’t have the heart to tell him. That’s his room.

-written by A.C.