 We'll hear from the Catholic nun who befriends a death row inmate. How do you go to sleep? How do you wake up the next morning, even the day of his death? I remember waking up and we were driving Tangola. The azaleas were blooming. It was early April. The dogwoods were blooming. All I could think was, this is too beautiful a day to kill anybody. How can they be killing this man inside?