GREETINGS FROM THE BOARD, by Mary Dutta“Stabbing Santa was Ted’s idea. We all remember that, right?” Guy looked at Ellen over his travel mug, his wedding ring beating a tattoo against its Porsche logo.
“We all said some crazy stuff,” Ellen said. “I’m not sure—”
“It was Ted,” said Guy, a statement now, not a question. “Just in case the police ask.”
“There’s no reason to think the police will get involved,” Ellen said, her breath rising in the air. She was bundled up against the morning cold. Guy looked forward to the change of seasons when she would swap out her pantsuits. Even in a knee-length skirt and sensible pumps, there was no hiding the sensational legs. The one good thing about losing sleep over his financial situation was that he had been up early enough to catch a glimpse of he
