This week Chris ran through his now daily inventory. Standing beneath the portrait, pen and tick-sheet in hand, he spoke aloud as his eyes darted from portrait to list, list to portrait.
“Ulcerated left cheek: ulcer smaller… ulcerated right cheek: minor skin blemishes remain. No evidence of previous ulcers visible… Facial scars… seven; two less.
“Pustules on neck: none. That’s six healed - I mean disappeared - in a month. Weeping sores: three, that’s two less. Cataracts… gone.
“Flesh around nostril apertures… regrowing.
"At this rate, Stan,” Chris said to him, “You’ll soon be quite the handsomest old devil about town.”