“If I do it, you will owe me big-time, Myriam.” I scratched my scalp and backed against the door to the men's room, ready to slip inside and change into my new costume. Before I complied, I rotated back to her, and queried, “Wait! Who's playing Mrs. Claus?”
“I haven't had time to find anyone, so it'll have to be me.” Myriam glared in my direction, then stepped within inches of the tip of my nose. “You have five minutes to get changed. I'll meet you right out here, and Kellan, I don't need to remind you that this is the one and only time I will ever be your wife!” Myriam repositioned herself and forced her way into the women's bathroom, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Of all the exasperating situations that woman had drawn me into, this was by far the worst. I glumly scurried insid
