'The Stupidest Angel Chapter 22\r'

'Chapter 22\r\nA PERFECT lonely(a) CHRISTMAS\r\nThe archangel Raziel hovered outside the Santa Rosa Chapels big duomo window, relishing through a small pane of glass of pink glass that formed Saint Rosas cheek. He smiled at his handiwork, then beat his great move and flew sour to find some chocolate to butt him on his trip star sign.\r\n manners is messy. Would that either cause piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, unless such is not the case. Life is messy. People, oecumenically, suck. This year, however, the Lonesome Christmas party in Pine Cove was attack off with clarified joy, an infectious goodwill, and a general harmony of spirit that shone in the guests with a smooth, elevated polish †a no-mess affair.\r\nâ€Å"Theo,” Molly verbalise, â€Å"can you cracking the other lasagna pans out of the back.” She was carrying two of the desire stainless-steel pans herself, and she was careful to bend at the knees as she nock them down on the buffet table to stop the back of her short cocktail dress in the state of decency. It was a plunging neckline LBD (little black dress) shed borrowed from Lena tho for the party †the freshman low-cut thing shed worn in years.\r\nâ€Å"We could accept barbecued after all,” Theo tell.\r\nâ€Å"I told you fucksticks that the storm would bending south,” Mavis Sand growled as she sawed the end off a baguette equivalent the moyl at a titanic bris. (Some peoples goodwill shines differently than others.)\r\nMolly pit down her lasagna and turned or so into the accouterments of her praying mantis of a husband. â€Å"Whoa, sailor, Warrior Babes got work to do.”\r\nâ€Å"I honourable wanted to tell you,” Theo express, â€Å"before everyone gets here, that you look suddenly stunning.”\r\nMolly brushed her hand across her neckline. â€Å"Scars dont do that, do they? They dont just disappear overnight corresponding tha t, secure?”\r\nâ€Å"Doesnt matter to me,” Theo said. â€Å"Never mattered. Wait until you condition what I got you for Christmas.”\r\nMolly kissed him on the chin. â€Å"I erotic love you, even if you ready mutant tendencies; now pardon me, Lena needs help with the salad.”\r\nâ€Å"No, I dont,” said Lena, approaching out of the back room carrying a long salad bowl. vanquish Case followed close behind with a stainless caddie of dressings.\r\nâ€Å"Oh, Theo,” Lena said, â€Å"I hope you dont mind, exactly Dale is leaving to come by in his Santa hold tonight.”\r\nâ€Å"I thought you guys were in combat,” Theo said.\r\nâ€Å"We were, but he surprised 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.”\r\nTucker Case grinned. â€Å"Im a pilot, were used to handling tense situations.”\r\nâ€Å"Anyway ,” Lena continued, â€Å"Dale was drunk. He started crying, acquire maudlin, talking about how he was having trouble with his novel girlfriend, saying how he hated that everyone saw him as the evil developer, so I invited him here. Thought mayhap if he could do something nice for the kids, it would make him notice better.”\r\nâ€Å"No problem,” Theo said. â€Å"Im glad you two are getting along.”\r\nâ€Å"Hey, Theo!” yelled Joshua Barker as he ran across the chapel floor toward them. â€Å"Mom says Santa will be at the party.”\r\nâ€Å"A quick appearance, Josh, then he has to get on his route,” Theo said. He looked up to chink Emily Barker and her boyfriend/husband/whatever Brian Henderson approaching across the room. Brian was tiring a red whizz Fleet Command shirt.\r\nâ€Å"Merry Christmas, Theo,” Emily said.\r\nTheo hugged Emily and shook Brians hand.\r\nâ€Å"Theo, prolong you seen Gabe Fenton?” Brian asked. â€Å"I wanted to show him the shirt, I cipher hell get a kick out of it. You know, donkeywork solidarity.”\r\nâ€Å"He was here a little spotlight ago, Brian, but then Val Riordan arrived and they were talking. I havent seen them for a while.”\r\nâ€Å" perchance they went for a walk. Beautiful evening, isnt it?”\r\nâ€Å"Isnt it,” said Molly, coming to Theos side.\r\nâ€Å"He said he was good with weather,” said the Narrator.\r\nâ€Å"Shhhhhhh,” said Molly.\r\nâ€Å"Pardon?” Brian said.\r\nOut behind the chapel, the dead were odor festive as well.\r\nâ€Å"Hes going to do her right here in the graveyard,” said Marty in the Morning. â€Å"Who would have thought a shrink could moan exchangeable that. A little carnal scream therapy, huh, medical student?”\r\nâ€Å"No way,” said Bess Leander. â€Å"Shes wearing Armani, shes not going to mess up that outfit.”\r\nâ€Å"Youre right,” said Jimmy Anta lvo. â€Å"Theyll just suck face and take the party home for makeup sex. But how do you know shes wearing Armani?”\r\nâ€Å"You know what?” said Bess. â€Å"I have no idea. Just a feeling, I guess.”\r\nâ€Å"I do hope they sing ‘Good King Wenceslas, ” said Esther, the schoolteacher. â€Å"I just love that song.”\r\nâ€Å"Has anyone seen the biologists dreadful red hot?” asked Malcolm Cowley, the dead book dealer. â€Å"Last year the fauna urinated on my headstone three times.”\r\nâ€Å"He was sniffing around a minute ago,” said Marty in the Morning, â€Å"but he went inside when they started to bring the food out.”\r\nInside, mule skinner was sitting under the Christmas tree, looking at the strangest peter hed ever seen. It was hanging from the lower branches, but it didnt look uniform a squirrel, or smell like food; 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 mark? How could he say hello if he couldnt sniff its butt? He took a tentative step back to study the thing.\r\nâ€Å"What are you looking at?” said Roberto.\r\n'