"No, I didn't."
"That's what you said. You said you wanted him brought back to life."
"That's not what I meant," said Joshua. "I'm a kid. I don't always get stuff right."
"I'll vouch for that," said Tucker Case, stepping up behind the angel. "He is a kid, and he is wrong most of the time."
"We still should cut your head off," said Josh.
"See," said Tuck. "Always wrong."
"Well, if you didn't mean you wanted him brought back to life, what did you mean?" asked Raziel.
"I didn't mean I wanted Santa to be a zombie and kill big, dumb Brian and everything. I wanted everything to be okay. Like it never happened. So it would be a good Christmas."
"That's not what you said," said Raziel.
"That's what I wanted," said Joshua.
"Oh," said the angel. "Sorry."
"So he's an angel?" Theo said to Molly. "Like a real angel?"
Molly nodded, smiling.
"Not a killer robot?"
Molly shook her head. "He's here to grant a Christmas wish, to one child."
"Like it never happened?" the angel asked Joshua.
"Yeah!" said Josh.
"Oops," said the angel.
Molly stepped over and put her hand on the angel's shoulder. "Raziel, you fucked up. Fix it?"
The angel looked at her and grinned. Perfect teeth, if a little sharp.
"So be it," he said. "Glory to God in the highest, peace on Earth, goodwill toward men."
Chapter 22
A PERFECT LONESOME CHRISTMAS
The archangel Raziel hovered outside the Santa Rosa Chapel's big cathedral window, looking through a small pane of pink glass that formed Saint Rosa's cheek. He smiled at his handiwork, then beat his great wings and flew off to find some chocolate to sustain him on his trip home.
* * *
Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy. People, generally, suck. This year, however, the Lonesome Christmas party in Pine Cove was coming off with clarified joy, an infectious goodwill, and a general harmony of spirit that shone in the guests with a smooth, high polish — a no-mess affair.
"Theo," Molly said, "can you grab the other lasagna pans out of the back." She was carrying two of the long stainless-steel pans herself, and she was careful to bend at the knees as she set them down on the buffet table to keep the back of her short cocktail dress in the realm of decency. It was a plunging neckline LBD (little black dress) she'd borrowed from Lena just for the party — the first low-cut thing she'd worn in years.
"We could have barbecued after all," Theo said.
"I told you fucksticks that the storm would turn south," Mavis Sand growled as she sawed the end off a baguette like the moyl at a titanic bris. (Some people's goodwill shines differently than others'.)
Molly set down her lasagna and turned around into the arms of her praying mantis of a husband. "Whoa, sailor, Warrior Babe's got work to do."
"I just wanted to tell you," Theo said, "before everyone gets here, that you look absolutely stunning."
Molly brushed her hand across her neckline. "Scars don't do that, do they? They don't just disappear overnight like that, right?"
"Doesn't matter to me," Theo said. "Never mattered. Wait until you see what I got you for Christmas."
Molly kissed him on the chin. "I love you, even if you have mutant tendencies; now free me, Lena needs help with the salad."
"No, I don't," said Lena, coming out of the back room carrying a huge salad bowl. Tucker Case followed close behind with a stainless caddie of dressings.
"Oh, Theo," Lena said, "I hope you don't mind, but Dale is going to come by in his Santa suit tonight."
"I thought you guys were in combat," Theo said.
"We were, but he surprised me a couple of nights ago when I was stealing some of his Christmas trees, and was just losing his temper when Tucker happened along and popped him in the nose."
Tucker Case grinned. "I'm a pilot, we're used to handling tense situations."
"Anyway," Lena continued, "Dale was drunk. He started crying, getting maudlin, talking about how he was having trouble with his new girlfriend, saying how he hated that everyone saw him as the evil developer, so I invited him here. Thought maybe if he could do something nice for the kids, it would make him feel better."