“Don’t you think it’s a little weird?” Claire asked. “I mean, he keeps a picture of the guy on his desk.”
I shrugged and picked a carrot out of my salad.
“I can’t even look at it.” Claire shuddered. “It’s just too creepy. I mean the guy is bleeding from his eyeballs. How can you worship a guy who’s bleeding from his eyeballs?”
“He’s also standing in a field of flowers. Maybe it’s supposed to make some kind of statement.”
Claire pursed her lips and toyed with her necklace. She’d barely touched her chicken.
“Look,” I said, “I’m not saying it’s not weird, but he’s still a good boss, right? I mean, we’re better off than Accounting. They have to ask permission to go to the bathroom.”
Claire didn’t look convinced. “Yeah, but at least they don’t have to listen to their boss chant every morning. It’s always the same thing every day. Doesn’t it creep you out?”
I shrugged again. “None of my business. He could be dancing around naked in there for all I care.”
“Ew.” Claire wrinkled her nose, then huffed and picked up her fork. “Well, someone needs to put a stop to it. It’s just plain unprofessional. I can’t believe they let him drag that nonsense into the office.”
“He doesn’t really bother anyone.”
“I just wish he wouldn’t do it.” Claire looked thoughtful for a second, then beamed at me and picked up her fork. “I’ll pray for him at church tonight. That’s the Christian thing to do.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess it is.”