Book Eight: Chapter 21

“Are those Yeezys?”

Holly chuckled. “Yep. There’s nothing we can’t duplicate here, given enough time, that is. Speaking of, is there anything special that Grace or Callisto want for Christmas?”

“Does Santa hand out better behavior?”

“I’ll remind you that they are both on the good list.” Holly started walking again. “I keep a personal eye on them, actually.”

“We don’t want any special favors.”

“Really? Even after you saved this place?” They got to the end of the street where a small, cottage-style home had been built. “How many children did you save from the giants? And what about Maui? We actually have a tally here of how many kids are alive because of you.”

“That’s, um...” Mike blushed. “I was only doing what was right.”

“I know.” Holly stopped at the door of the house. “Which is what makes you special.” She pushed the door open and walked inside. “Welcome to my home! Your shoes can go under there,” she said, pointing under a bench by the d