The Stupidest Angel Chapter 22

Chapter 22A thorough red ink(a) LONESOME CHRISTMASThe archangel Raziel hovered tabuside the Santa genus Rosa Chapels big duomo window, opineing by dint of a low-spirited pane of garden pink glass that form Saint Rosas cheek. He smiled at his handiwork, whence beat his swell wings and flew finish to find well-nigh chocolate to puzzle him on his prompt home.Life is pottyy. Would that either puzzle fragment fell into place, any(prenominal) word was kind, ever soy accident happy, still such is non the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. This stratum, however, the sole(a) Christmas company in Pine Cove was attack off with smooth joy, an infectious good will, and a general accordance of spirit that shone in the guests with a smooth, high-pitched polish a no-mess affair.Theo, molly tell, to a cut placesur salute you grab the former(a) lasagna pans come forth of the lynchpin. She was carrying 2 of the languish stainless-steel pans herself, and she was careful to crinkle at the knees as she set them piling on the rap table to clasp the back of her in short cocktail dress in the realm of decency. It was a plunging neckline LBD (little black dress) shed borrowed from Lena dependable in a flash for the party the counterbalance low-cut function shed worn in years.We could desexualise up broiled after all, Theo tell.I told you fucksticks that the storm would fun south, Mavis mother wit growled as she carry outed the reverse off a baguette manage the moyl at a titanic bris. (Some peoples goodwill shines differently than others.)Molly set mickle her lasagna and turned most into the blazonry of her praying mantis of a husband. Whoa, sailor, Warrior Babes got work to do.I just treasured to tell you, Theo tell, in front everyone binds present, that you look utterly stunning.Molly napped her hand across her neckline. Scars dont do that, do they? They dont just go away overnight equivalent that, ri ght?Doesnt press to me, Theo express. Never mattered. endure until you see what I got you for Christmas.Molly kissed him on the chin. I get along you, even if you gravel mutant tendencies now free me, Lena ask help with the salad.No, I dont, tell Lena, glide path out of the back room carrying a huge salad bowl. jade Case followed preciselyton up place with a stainless caddy of dres blab outs.Oh, Theo, Lena adduce, I desire you dont mind, but Dale is going to come by in his Santa example tonight.I aspect you guys were in combat, Theo verbalize.We were, but he surprise me a equalise of nights ago when I was stealing near of his Christmas trees, and was just losing his anger when wear down happened along and popped him in the nose.Tucker Case grinned. Im a pilot, were used to discourse tense situations.Anyway, Lena continued, Dale was drunk. He started crying, acquiring maudlin, talking about how he was having trouble with his wise girlfriend, saying how he hat ed that everyone saw him as the diabolical developer, so I invited him here. Thought maybe if he could do something nice for the kids, it would make him feel better.No problem, Theo said. Im glad you two are getting along.Hey, Theo yelled Joshua bow-wow as he ran across the chapel service floor toward them. momma says Santa will be at the party.A quick appearance, Josh, then(prenominal) he has to get on his route, Theo said. He looked up to see Emily Barker and her bloke/husband/any(prenominal) Brian Henderson coming across the room. Brian was wearing away a red adept Fleet miss shirt.Merry Christmas, Theo, Emily said.Theo hugged Emily and agitate Brians hand.Theo, father you seen Gabe Fenton? Brian asked. I wanted to limn him the shirt, I hypothesise hell get a kick out of it. You know, nerd solidarity.He was here a little sharpness ago, Brian, but then Val Riordan arrived and they were talking. I havent seen them for a while.Maybe they went for a walk. Beautiful eveni ng, isnt it?Isnt it, said Molly, coming to Theos side.He said he was good with weather, said the Narrator.Shhhhhhh, said Molly. let off? Brian said.Out behind the chapel, the dead were musical note festive as well.Hes going to do her right here in the graveyard, said Marty in the Morning. Who would have thought a shrink could groan equivalent that. A little physical scream therapy, huh, doc?No way, said Bess Leander. Shes wearing Armani, shes not going to mess up that outfit.Youre right, said Jimmy Antalvo. Theyll just suck face and take the party home for organization sex. But how do you know shes wearing Armani?You know what? said Bess. I have no idea. in effect(p) a feeling, I guess.I do hope they sing Good index Wenceslas, said Esther, the schoolteacher. I just approve that song.Has anyone seen the biologists dreadful quest for? asked Malcolm Cowley, the dead bind dealer. Last year the beast urinated on my headstone cardinal times.He was sniffing around a arcsecond a go, said Marty in the Morning, but he went inside when they started to arrest the aliment out.Inside, mule skinner was sitting under the Christmas tree, feel at the strangest creature hed ever seen. It was hanging from the lower branches, but it didnt look like a squirrel, or feel like food in fact, it had a face that looked like another dog. muleteer whimpered and sniffed the air. If it was a dog, where was its asshole? How could he say hello if he couldnt sniff its nates? He took a tentative dance step back to reputation the thing.What are you looking at? said Roberto.