from In Persuasion Nation by George Saunders:
Next morning the stink is gone. The office just smells massively like Pine-Sol. Giff comes in around eleven, big bandage on his humongous chin.
“Hey, smells super in here today,” he says. “Praise the Lord for that, right? And all things.”
“What happened to your chin?” says Rimney. “Zonk it on a pew while speaking in tongues?”
“We don’t speak in tongues,” says Griff. “I was just shaving.”
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