Booting Bumbling Bildad from the Room

The well-meaning man of God sat in the chair opposite from me, vacantly watching the nurse take Pedro’s vital signs. Pedro’s eyelids drifted down as the morphine took effect. I could use a shot of that stuff, I thought. Then I could escape this insufferable visitor without seeming rude. The… Read more“Booting Bumbling Bildad from the Room”