Chapter 7
Shafts of golden light stabbed through the cracks in the boarded up windows. Henry lay there, listening to the sound of dripping water. The snow was melting and running off the roof. Jimmy was still spooned against him. Henry raised his head slightly and looked over Jimmy’s shoulder. Vixen was sleeping against Jimmy’s chest.
Henry lay back down. With every moment that went by, it was becoming clearer that this was what was intended to be—Jimmy and Henry—together. Everything Jimmy did and said pointed to it. Why then was Henry unsure that this was what the young man wanted?
When Jimmy began softly singing “Good King Wenceslaus,” Henry grinned, sat up, leaned over, and kissed him. “Happy Feast of Stephen,” Henry said.
Jimmy turned on his back and smiled. “And Happy Boxing Day t
