Chapter 80

Where Milo and Tom Alan were now, an almost life-sized Santa—well, actual life-sized to itty-bitty Ben—sang “Jingle Bells” every time someone moved. Milo unplugged him about a minute in.

A bookshelf took up one entire wall. Tom Alan had seen it when he’d stayed over. Ben was a collector of action figures from cartoons and movies. Tom Alan gasped—”Hopefully I’ll have you making that sound for other reasons pretty soon,” Milo teased. Star Wars, Peanuts, The Grinch, Looney Tunes, they were all there among puffs of cotton batting tucked around to look like snow. What was new, what Tom Alan noticed right off, were Ben’s latest additions: Ani and Otouto, with one of Tom Alan’s books on a stand propped beside them.

“Hey, author, author,” Milo chimed in, noticing what Tom Alan was looking at, “got yourself a spot front and center.”