“I’ll drive,” Isaid.
We all wished each other a Merry Christmas, said our good-byes, and hugged as if we were seeing each other off to a new adventure in a farawayland.
And maybe we were. Because it was officially Christmas day, and that was a day when wishes came true,right?
A tall dark and dashing figure walked down the sidewalk then right up to Myra’s porch, pausing on thestairs.
Bathin.
Myra crossed her arms over her chest. Bathin held up a bottle of wine and said something I couldn’thear.
She paused, then shrugged and stepped aside to let him in. I caught her eye, but she just waved meoff.
Well, well, well. Could there be something more going on between these two than Myra trying to find a way to get rid ofhim?
I hesitated. Maybe I should stay and make sure she was okay. No. I knew whatever the demon wanted, she could handleit.
“Merry Christmas, Delaney!” Jean calledout.
“No snow,” I said again as Jean slid into Hogan’scar.
She just laughed. “Good-night,Scrooge.”
