“I still don’t understand,” Arnold confesses, although Josh can see that little spark of alarm in his eyes that says maybe he does but just really doesn’t want to. “Why did you buy this much soap?”
Tom hauls his three large shopping bags full of soap up on the counter. “They want us to wash our hands now,” he explains patiently. “For thirty seconds, apparently, which is insane.”
“Why, how long were you washing them before?”
Tom avoids eye-contact.
“Oh my god. This is horrifying, why are we not freaking out? Josh, did you know this?”