Just when I was about to crawl out of my bed and find
something to hang myself with, an elderly man wearing a clerical collar walked
into the room.
I stiffened.
He held up a hand. It was covered in age spots. “I know I’m probably one of the last people
on earth you want to talk to, so I won’t stay long,” he said. “I just wanted to sit with you for a little
while, if that’s all right.”
My finger that had been hovering over the call button relaxed when he smiled. It was not the smile of a maniac. I knew what that smile looked like now.
He took a step closer, enough for me to better see his
face. There was nothing special or
particularly memorable about it, except for his eyes. Green and blue swirled together, so that they
reminded me of satellite photos taken of the earth from outer space. “Don’t be afraid,” he told me. “God is with you. You can rest now.”
He then patted my hand.
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