They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

promotion.

Her reply came fast: You’re kidding.

Nope.

A pause, then: You know you could fly literally anywhere on earth and be waited on by people whose job it is to find you impressive, right?

It’s Christmas, I wrote.

And?

I stared at the screen for a moment, trying to find words that weren’t pathetic. Mrs. Palmer would haunt me if she knew I’d stopped continue reading …