#Chapter216
/"Birdie,/" he said later into the drive. His face was pressed up the glass like a starfish, and he watched the neon festive lights in wonder. He loved Christmas. He loved making lists for Santa, and designing Reindeer boots to leave out— he'd always done that with his mommy and never ever stopped. They'd make them out of card and when the reindeer put them on, they'd become leather cleats that kept their poor hooves dry and warm. He always put so much hard work into their design.
/"Yeah?/"
/"Wanna know a secret?/"
/"Sure, babes./"
/"I know where babies come from./"
/"I . . ../" Raven's eyes turned from the road, a busy stream of headlights against the settling darkness. /"You do?/"
/"Huh-huh./" He nodded matter of factly. /"You need a mommy and a daddy and they gotta love each other lots and lots./"
/"Oh?/" Raven said. /"And how does that give them a baby?/"
