They worked side by side for almost three hours, quietly and without interruptions. The space looked less and less like a storage chamber and more and more like a garage. At one point, Candy switched on the old radio, and Cody found he didn’t mind the soft Christmas songs in the background.
“Look what I’ve found!” the elf exclaimed suddenly, triumph in his voice.
Cody crawled out from under the car to see. Candy stood in a corner, ankle deep in knick-knack. In his hand, something that looked like a mangled action figure. Cody’s heart made a painful jump when he recognized it. His He-Man doll. Twenty years ago, he had thought he’d never find it again.
“I thought I’d lost it,” he said, astonished.
Candy, beaming broadly, walked over to him to lay the pathetically mauled doll on the car’s
