Book Six: Chapter 94

“Fudge your favors, how many do you still owe me?” The trip to William’s house hadn’t been the last time she had played Santa. By her current count, she had done so at over a hundred houses. Some were easy, like the little girl in China who wanted Santa to read her a book. Others had been harder, and her belly was full of more than a couple of souls as a result. Some children had problems that only a dead adult could fix, and that was a gift she would gladly deliver.

“One hundred and forty two,” Death informed her. “Since you have banked so many, I believe I will count this as two favors.”

“Ugh, suck my stocking.” She adjusted her hat. The darned thing couldn’t be removed, but was easy enough to reposition. Her hips bumped Tick Tock, still disguised as a large gift. “Maybe the toaster should start helping.”

“He is too shy.” Death patted the box. “And I’m worried about how many cookies I’ve fed him. Cerberus stopped eating them a while ago, and they are much larger