Ropati was already fishing around in his pocket for the bar. Had to be in here somewhere … his hand hit paper, and he let out a breath of relief. Sure, he liked to be the first to break in a fresh bar of soap, but there were some places that were worse to lose it than others.

A hand with a still-wrapped bar of … anti-mosquito soap, hovered near the crack of the door.

For the first time, Ropati looked sympathetically at the priest. Well, the bathroom door Mr. Brennan was behind.

“I should have never gotten on one,” he commiserated. “Let me know if that soap’s any good.”

Doubted he’d see its kind again, but who knew with the British? They brought plants in from every end of the Earth – why not mosquitoes, too?