The Boss’s orders weren’t ignored with impunity, so I went to Sears and bought a box of the most saccharine cards I could find. I’d already been to Heart’s Greeting for the people who mattered to me.
One evening while Quinn was out doing CIA shit, I sat down and got busy addressing the cards. I mailed them out the next day. I could have hand delivered the cards to the WBIS people, but, hey, the raise I’d gotten with my promotion made that an unnecessary economy.
As Christmas grew closer, the cards began coming in, and I put them up on the mantel.