Chapter 39: A Life for a Life

He sat with his back against the wall, his knees bent, and his hand pressed against the ground beneath him, slowly brushing over the rough and compact dirt. He sighed and closed his heavy eyelids. 'Lord, I'm tired.'  "Hey, there! No sleeping!" Benson barked from the other side of the prison's bars.  Eliezer opened his eyes and smiled. "No worries," he told the man in the chair whose feet rested comfortably on the table in front of him. "I wouldn't dream of it."  He chortled, self-amused,...