No. Ghastly passed out the two black and blue teddy bears to their corresponding new owners, then went back to take the ones Barney had been holding onto for him. Not now. Not with so much happiness in the room.
Questions for God would just have to wait. But they would come later, Ghastly told himself sternly. They would come later.
He could see the confusion growing on Barney's face at the kindness of complete strangers. Working as a taxicab driver probably hadn't done anything to help that cynical and suspicious view of the world, even without the man's daughter being stuck in a hospital ward for God-knew-how-long. Probably very literally. And yet... Barney had helped Solomon out. Didn't ask questions, didn't call the police. Didn't believe it wasn't his problem.
Ghastly shot the man a sympathetic smile as his last teddy bear was eagerly claimed, and rejoined him at Allie's bed. "Things like this... they just happen, with him around. He... you're very lucky he's here."
It only occurred to Ghastly a moment late how stupid saying that out loud was, what with Allie being stuck in a hospital ward for God-knew-how-long and all. But Barney didn't seem to take offense; he just shook his head and smiled sadly. "I hope you guys go to a lot more hospitals than this."
"He does," Ghastly answered without thinking. "All over the world, really." The tailor hesitated, and then glanced up at Allie. "Still believe in Santa? Because he does a lot of that, too. I actually think he might be Santa."
What was the point in being the only person who knew someone was God, if you couldn't have a little fun with it? These kids needed cheering up, anyway.
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Questions for God would just have to wait. But they would come later, Ghastly told himself sternly. They would come later.
He could see the confusion growing on Barney's face at the kindness of complete strangers. Working as a taxicab driver probably hadn't done anything to help that cynical and suspicious view of the world, even without the man's daughter being stuck in a hospital ward for God-knew-how-long. Probably very literally. And yet... Barney had helped Solomon out. Didn't ask questions, didn't call the police. Didn't believe it wasn't his problem.
Ghastly shot the man a sympathetic smile as his last teddy bear was eagerly claimed, and rejoined him at Allie's bed. "Things like this... they just happen, with him around. He... you're very lucky he's here."
It only occurred to Ghastly a moment late how stupid saying that out loud was, what with Allie being stuck in a hospital ward for God-knew-how-long and all. But Barney didn't seem to take offense; he just shook his head and smiled sadly. "I hope you guys go to a lot more hospitals than this."
"He does," Ghastly answered without thinking. "All over the world, really." The tailor hesitated, and then glanced up at Allie. "Still believe in Santa? Because he does a lot of that, too. I actually think he might be Santa."
What was the point in being the only person who knew someone was God, if you couldn't have a little fun with it? These kids needed cheering up, anyway.