I bundled Caitlin up about two o'clock that evening. We had an appointment with the big fat bastard.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm taking her to see Santa."

"Wait what? I'm supposed to go too."

"You can come if you want."

"You're being an asshole."

"Watch your mouth."

She started that crying shit again, too bad. Three hours ago, Elena and Char had taken her new best friend and set her up in one of my places just outside of town. ...