Chapter 5
It took Patrick a while to convince me to go back inside.
“The angels will be covered in snow soon,” I said. It was still coming down, like confetti in Time’s Square at the stroke of midnight at the start of a new year. “Just a few more seconds.”
I was soaked to the skin, teeth chattering, as I stood there in a bargain bin Halloween costume that left nothing to the imagination underneath the harshness of the outdoor mega wattage as those seconds passed.
“Now, Goose?”
“Okay. Now.”
When we finally did reenter the store, the snow globe simile was reversed. Our eyes were at the glass, and outside the store, it looked as if we’d turned things upside down, and then upright to get the white moving.
Wilbur wanted up in my arms. The moment he felt how wet they were, he decided he d
