The Stupidest Angel Chapter 22

Chapter 22A stark(a) LONESOME CHRISTMASThe archangel Raziel hovered outside the Santa Rosa Chapels big cathedral window, spirit through a small pane of pink glass that organise Saint Rosas cheek. He smiled at his handi halt a crap, then beat his great fly and flew off to find some chocolate to sustain him on his light home.Life is plenteousnessy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every denomination was kind, every accident happy, exactly such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. This year, however, the lonesome Christmas party in Pine Cove was coming off with clarified joy, an pathogenic goodwill, and a general harmony of spirit that shone in the guests with a smooth, heights polish a no-mess affair.Theo, Molly give tongue to, can you grab the other lasagne pans out of the tolerate. She was carrying twain of the long stainless-steel pans herself, and she was c arful to bend at the knees as she set them guttle on the buffet table to keep the back of her short cocktail dress in the realm of decency. It was a plunging neckline LBD (little black dress) shed borrowed from Lena simply for the party the first low-cut thing shed worn in years.We could fall in barbecued after all, Theo said.I told you fucksticks that the storm would turn south, Mavis sandpaper growled as she byworded the end off a baguette like the moyl at a titanic bris. (Some peoples goodwill shines differently than others.)Molly set down her lasagna and turned around into the arms of her praying mantis of a husband. Whoa, sailor, Warrior Babes got work to do.I precisely wanted to tell you, Theo said, before everyone gets hither, that you look abruptly stunning.Molly brushed her hand crossways her neckline. Scars dont do that, do they? They dont practiced disappear overnight like that, right on?Doesnt matter to me, Theo said. Never mattered. abide until you see what I got you for Christmas.Molly kissed him on the chin. I love you, take down if you have mutant tendencies now free me, Lena needs help with the salad.No, I dont, said Lena, coming out of the back room carrying a coarse salad bowl. Tucker Case followed close piece of ass with a stainless serve of dressings.Oh, Theo, Lena said, I hope you dont mind, unless Dale is going to come by in his Santa suit tonight.I thought you guys were in combat, Theo said.We were, but he move me a couple of nights ago when I was stealing some of his Christmas trees, and was just losing his temper when Tucker happened along and popped him in the nose.Tucker Case grinned. Im a pilot, were used to handling tense situations.Anyway, Lena continued, Dale was drunk. He started crying, getting maudlin, talking virtually how he was having trouble with his new girlfriend, saying how he hated that everyone saw him as the evil developer, so I invited him here. Thought maybe if he could do something nice for the kids, it would make him feel better.No problem, Theo said. Im glad you two are getting along.Hey, Theo yelled Joshua Barker as he ran across the chapel floor toward them. Mom says Santa will be at the party.A quick appearance, Josh, then he has to get on his route, Theo said. He looked up to see Emily Barker and her boyfriend/husband/whatever Brian Henderson coming across the room. Brian was tiring a red Star Fleet Command shirt. braw Christmas, Theo, Emily said.Theo hugged Emily and shook Brians hand.Theo, have you seen Gabe Fenton? Brian asked. I wanted to show him the shirt, I signify hell get a kick out of it. You know, nerd solidarity.He was here a little bit ago, Brian, but then Val Riordan arrived and they were talking. I havent seen them for a while.Maybe they went for a walk. Beautiful evening, isnt it?Isnt it, said Molly, coming to Theos side.He said he was good with weather, said the Narrator.Shhhhhhh, said Molly.Pardon? Brian said.Out behind the chapel, the loose were feeling festive as well.Hes going to do her right here in the graveya rd, said Marty in the Morning. Who would have thought a shrink could moan like that. A little carnal drunken revelry therapy, huh, doc?No way, said Bess Leander. Shes wearing Armani, shes not going to mess up that outfit.Youre right, said Jimmy Antalvo. Theyll just suck face and take the party home for makeup sex. But how do you know shes wearing Armani?You know what? said Bess. I have no idea. Just a feeling, I guess.I do hope they sing Good queen mole rat Wenceslas, said Esther, the schoolteacher. I just love that song.Has anyone seen the biologists dreadful dog? asked Malcolm Cowley, the dead book dealer. Last year the beast urinated on my headstone trio times.He was sniffing around a minute ago, said Marty in the Morning, but he went inside when they started to bring the victuals out.Inside, Skinner was sitting low the Christmas tree, looking at the strangest creature hed ever seen. It was hanging from the lower branches, but it didnt look like a squirrel, or smell like fo od in fact, it had a face that looked like another dog. Skinner whimpered and sniffed the air. If it was a dog, where was its freighter? How could he say hello if he couldnt sniff its butt? He took a tentative step back to study the thing.What are you looking at? said Roberto.