I woke up on Christmas morning not looking forward to the day. Obviously, I don’t believe in Santa, but even my substitute Santas have no idea where I am. Well, one of them probably doesn’t give a shit where I am. Mom probably thinks I’m still at the Rodeway. I should call her early and update her on my situation.
I dialed her number.
“Kurtis? Is it really you?”
“Yeah. Merry Christmas. How have you been?”
“I’m doing pretty well, considering the circumstances. Where are you? I