Page 24 of Oh Holy Knight

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but Uncle Wolf has lost his marbles.”

I lift my head.

“Well, why the hell are you people standing around, staring at me. We’ve got work to do.”

“And what are you going to be doing while we’re all trimming a fucking tree like a bunch of pansies?” Parrish snarls.

That’s easy.

I’m going to go tell my wife I pulled my fat head out of my ass and hope she lets me back in our bed. I’m going to need a decent night’s sleep before the toy run.

Speaking of toys, I glance around the bar. While I was Christmas shopping, I picked up some gift cards for Gunther’s kids. I figured that was better than picking out a bunch of crap I’m not even sure they’ll like. This way he can go and buy them whatever they need and give his kids a good Christmas.

“Hey, Riggs, where’s Gunther?”

“Hell, if I know. He hasn’t shown up for work in two days.” He shakes his head. “It’s so hard to find decent help these days.”

Whose he telling?

I’ve been trying to find decent help for three decades.

“Find him,” I order, then I take another shot Sambuca.

It’s time to grovel before Maria’s feet. Here’s to hoping she can’t find her frying pan.

Wish me luck.

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