Chapter 8

Brad thanked her, bent to give Susie a last pet, and picked up Greta. He kissed her on the nose and rubbed her against his cheek. She, in turn, tried to bite his ear and lick his face.

“Good luck, little girl,” he said. “Somebody’s gonna have a real nice Christmas surprise when they find you in their stocking.”

Saying goodbye to Megan, he left the office to get things ready for the Christmas party.

* * * *

The party had been a huge success. Brad had decorated the pavilion with poinsettias and greens. He had hired a guy to play Santa who, by body type and full white beard, was a natural. There was a blaster that played Christmas music, and great food was provided by a local caterer. Everyone seemed to have had a good time. A couple of the families commiserated with Brad on the difficulty of feeling the Christmas spirit in Florida. Hank had praised Brad for his efforts, which had made him feel good.