‘that cross …’

‘that cross …’

… that cross that hangs on the wall.

“What cross? What even is a cross?” he asks. The man shakes his head, “You don’t know what a cross is?” The other man shrugs and smishes his lips together. “It’s that small wooden thing that kind of looks like the letter tee,” the man explains. “Oh,” the other man smiles with an outstretched hand that snaps in excitement, “that thing. Yea, no, I have no idea.”