5
THE CURIOUS MR. KLAUS
The holidays.
The constant blare of Christmas carols.
The hordes of people moving like gigantic herds of cattle from one store to the next in search of that elusive cut-throat sale. Exiting stores so loaded down with packages that they’re bent over and staggering from the load.
The holidays.
Everyone supposed to be in a gay, happy mood. The Spirit of Joy and Giving. The Holiday Spirits. And other crappy emotions like this.
Sure. Uh huh.
And of course, the weather in this town contributing to the holiday mood. Frigid cold winds blowing off the rivers—cold enough to make a space probe setting on Mars surveying orange skies seem like a tropical paradise. And snow about every other day. Coming down with a vengeance and screwing up the city’s traffic in one gigan
