“What’s with all the sobbing?” Seth asked as he and Caleb strolled into my house like it was a free for all too. “I thought this was a death day party?” “It is,” I agreed, looking out the window at the darkened sky and deciding that now was as good a time as any. If anything was likely to put Roxy in a good mood again then it would surely be our traditional yearly burning of a Dragon made out of old sacks along with photographs of my father’s smug face. “Come on.”
