December 24. 1.56am. “Merry Christmas, Button.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“The 21st of next month: Am I right? And why do you want to do it so much in advance?”
“Button, like me, have you noticed the pattern of the rain?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“I did. It showed people tossing teddy bears of all shapes and sizes onto an ice rink.”
“Let me see. Seems unlikely and hard to believe. What is it? It’s definitely not a fish-headed man.”