“I don’t see it, dude,” John said.

“Are you blind it’s right there,” Paully said.

“What are we looking at anyway?” Tommy stood nearby scratching his shaved head.

“Paully has found Jesus,” John said, “in the MacGarrettys’ kitchen cabinet allegedly.”

Tommy scratched his beard. “For real.”

“It is right here, ya morons, look right here.” Paully jabbed his finger on the inside bottom of one of the MacGarrettys’ uppers.

Tommy scratched his plump stomach. “You don’t sound like you found Jesus, you sound like a regular tosser.”

“What are you wankers doing jawing in the middle of the shop floor? John we have to these orders on the truck. Bloody hell!” Andrea waved a clipboard for emphasis.

“Paully’s found Jesus allegedly.”

“Bloody hell! Paul I thought you were C of E.”

All the carpenters gathered around with their comments and their commentaries. Paully talked about applying the first coat of Tung oil and revealing the startling face. Some saw a dog face and most saw nothing. Old Jimbo made a crack about seeing an arsehole and a half done cabinet. Everyone laughed and wandered off. Holding an oily rag, Paully wasn’t sure of what to do next. With long strokes, he rubs in the protective oil. Taking in the beauty of the pale wood growing deeper in color.

The last carpenter patted Paully’s shoulder.

“Thanks for thinking of me. Maybe that’s miracle enough. Cheers, mate.”