Chapter 7

“Yeah.”

“Spenny made him, but I can probably come close.”

“Hank and a cherub,” I said. “Snowman and…”

“Angel…Ong-hel.”

“Yeah.” I finally sat across from Troy and faced him head on. “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to make Cupid more…grown-up looking.”

“Cupid’s, like, thousands of years old. He is a grown-up.”

“I guess. It’d be better if he looked it, though, right? Maybe we could add some…some facial hair or something. Just use Cupid as a jumping off point.”

“Gotcha. A manlier, more adult cherub. Angel did have that wispy thing above his lip.” Troy colored something similar on his sketch of Cupid’s face. He was an excellent artist, but still, the thing looked ridiculous. “Like this?”

“Sort of.” I smiled. “Angel’s is fuller now, though.”

Troy nearly tore the paper, wildly coloring in the space under Cupid’s nose.

“He’s not Groucho Marx!”