All the Icicles are occupied. Pam’s napping. Jake’s moping in the basement, eating ice cream, and probably getting high. Sandy’s dreaming. Bill’s hiding, as expected. Bobo’s napping with his s*x toy. And Willa’s in the kitchen at the counter near the sink preparing a family snack she calls Snowmen Parfaits: a concoction of vanilla pudding, whipped cream, and crumbled Oreo pieces in a parfait glass, chilled. As for Jonah, the smoked pot lingers in his system and he stays high, comfortably numb. Good stuff from a good brother.
After entering the kitchen, Jonah asks his sister, “Is there any eggnog left?”
She replies over her right shoulder, “Lots. Second shelf. Right-hand side in the fridge. Knock yourself out. You might have to add more rum.” She grinds Oreos in a Zip-lock bag between her
