EpilogueCato set the rainbow-winged angel on the top of the tree.
Once she had been a porcelain shepherdess. Roy had glued her back together, using glittery gold paste to fill in the gaps where some of the broken bits had been missing. Cato had added more glitter. Isabel had constructed a halo and wings from pipe cleaners.
“Finished?” Roy asked.
“Yes.”
Roy loosened his grasp on Cato’s legs and let him slide down Roy’s body to stand on his own feet.
Cato stayed in the circle of Roy’s arms, picking fir needles off Roy’s sweater and adjusting the sparkly Santa hat he had insisted Roy wear.
Cato was dressed as a Christmas elf. Roy hadn’t said a word about the party invitation not mentioning costumes.
In a few minutes, they would turn off the Christmas lights and fetch Izzy from her scho
