In Brook, where rooftops lean like tired eyebrows and chimneys puff out snowflakes shaped like ducks, Dorrwin lives alone.
Every December he sends himself presents and pretends to be surprised.
Every January he returns them “with great disappointment.”
He keeps a cookie in every pocket and refers to them as “his team.” Once a week, he hosts a snowball seminar titled "Emotional Frostbite: Weapon or Warning?"