Chapter 25
Graham
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I PUT THE SANTA suit on, along with the wig, beard, and cap. Although the costume was itchy and loose in the middle, it was of decent quality, not like some of the ones out there.
“Looking pretty swanky there, Santa,” Tank said, when I walked out of the bathroom. “Where’s the glasses?”
“They’re in my pocket. I’ll put them on when I get to the nursing home,” I replied, patting the suit.
Studying me, he tapped his chin. “You need more girth. Nobody likes a skinny Santa. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
He walked away and returned a few seconds later with a pillow. “Here. Wear this underneath.”
Looking at the pillow, I grimaced. “You kidding me? There’s probably jizz on that thing.”
“Nah. It’s new,” he said, chuckling. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be touchi
