Justin was brushing his teeth when he heard a knock on his door. He opened it and his floor's nurse came in.
"Time for your meds, Mr. Nits," he said cheerfully. He filled a cup with water and handed Justin several pills of all shapes and colors. Justin gulped them down and heard another knock on the door. The nurse opened it.
"Mr. Nits," the secretary said, "would you be interested in having a reader? There's a nice boy at the college next door that is looking for a job and I thought you might like that."
Justin was about to say "no" but he thought for a moment. Perhaps this "reader" would take him out sometimes, and even if he didn't, it would be nice to have someone to talk to besides all these gleeful nurses and slobbery old people.
"That sounds good," Justin said, surprising the secretary with his sweet disposition. "How often would she read to me?"
"Oh, not a she, a he," the secretary informed him. "Otis Whiten. He said he would come twice a week on Mondays and Wednesdays. How does that sound?"
The secretary and the nurse left, leaving Justin to decide which book to have the young fellow read to him the following day.