CHAPTER 11
EDDIE PLAYS HOST
“So, how’s the elf business?” Diesel asked while tossing clothes in his suitcase. We hadn’t seen each other too much since I took the gig. Actually, the reason we worked as roommates was because we didn’t see each other often. What was that old saying? “Familiarity breeds contempt”? Diesel was a good guy, but we had little in common.
“I’m the head honcho now.”
“What do you mean?” I could see the amusement in his eyes. He probably couldn’t figure out why I wouldn’t take the easy route, and launch myself into the world’s oldest profession.
“You are looking at Santa Claus.” I crossed my arms over my chest and grinned.
“Wow, I’m impressed.” Diesel laughed. “Would you hand me the red box on my dresser?”
I did as he asked, and when I did, I noticed a pair of ha
