I nod, agreeing. She’s dressed as an angel in a knee-length white dress and matching wings, a circular gold wreath on her head. Garrison stands opposite in red slacks, a red T-shirt, and a red-horned headband on his dark brown hair. I still can’t believe my brother gave them couples costumes. “Devil!” Lo shouts at our sister’s boyfriend. Garrison pries his eyes from the computer, and Willow pushes her glasses up. “You know what happens when an angel and a devil create a bodily union?” Okay, now I fucking get it. “The apocalypse. Do the right thing and don’t end the world tonight.”
