Chapter 7
By noon Christmas music played from a radio set up in one of the cubicles, and people were lining up to eat. Besides cookies and candy, and a giant sheet cake, this year there was also a potato bar. You had your choice of baked potatoes in foil, or mashed potatoes served in oversized, clear plastic martini glasses, with more than a dozen toppings to throw on the top.
Each martini glass had a jingle bell tied to its stem so that within a few minutes the whole room rang with the disjointed sounds of the season.
Reed was in line with the girls for food, I was too nervous to eat, and Nathan was nowhere to be seen.
By the time the managers called for everyone to pull their chairs to where the floor had been cleared, I’d convinced myself Nathan had gone home sick.
I wheeled my
