The next morning, just as I was heading downstairs, the doorbell started going crazy.
"Hold your horses what the f**k?" I opened the door to a comical sight; dad was carrying large boxes and struggling to keep them upright. Cy was behind him rolling his eyes. I guess he's spending too much time around Angel because he's picked up a lot of her nasty habits.
"What's all this?"
"You don't want to know son. I have to get to the shop." Cy walked by me and dropped his boxes.
"Don't you have to get to the hospital?" I turned my attention to dad who was struggling with whatever the f**k that was he was hauling.
"Took some time off, now help me put this thing together."
"What the hell is it?" The description on the box said it was a gingerbread house, a six foot edible gingerbread house.
"Da
