Chapter 10
One year later
“You’re coming to the parade this afternoon, right?” Grandpa Louie waved the Santa hat in his hand at Paul. He stood in Paul’s kitchen, dressed to the nines in a red-patterned Hawaiian shirt, green pants, and—Paul winced—white patent leather loafers.
The combination was set off by the bright red of another Santa hat on his head, the bobbing white ball on the pointy end a match to the beard he’d cultivated for the last year under the encouraging eyes of Inga Cartwright.
Grandpa Louie had made parade Santa this year despite Eloise Bonassarro’s loud and continuing complaints of favoritism. Paul couldn’t be prouder. Well, he looked at the poster prominently displayed on their refrigerator for this year’s parade which featured his newly accredited graphic design
