“Your health, nipperty-tipperty” said Grover Fontenot, slopping his drink. “Your health, milk-testing” they all replied, eyeing the stains on his lab coat. “Your health, nurse frog” croaked Gonzalo Darling, turning in his chair to face the ancient woman beside him. “Your health, old-field lark” she warbled back. The militant army of God swept meddlers up stairs mumbling the […]