3 Claus of Death by Gayle Trent

Author:Gayle Trent [Trent, Gayle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gayle Trent
Published: 2013-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

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I took my dinner break about four o’clock—that was after the kids got out of school but before their parents got home from work, so it was a pretty good time to go grab a bite to eat.

I went to the food court and got a chicken salad croissant from the Chicken Coop. I got some kettle chips and a chocolate milkshake to go with it. I went all out. I wanted the Magnesium Man Gang to see how I was throwing money around.

After I got my food, I took my tray and looked around the room. I spotted them sitting at a table near the far left side of the food court. Luckily, there was one vacant seat at their table. I hurried over, sat my tray down, and opened my tote bag.

“I hoped I’d see you all today,” I said. “I’ve brought you something.” I took the cookies out of the tote and sat them in the middle of the table. “Potato chip cookies.”

Bo scrunched up his face. “I’ve never had a potato chip cookie.”

“Try one,” I said, pulling out the chair and sitting down. “I bet you’ll love it.”

He reached into the bag and took out a cookie. He was hesitant about biting in to it, but once he did, his face changed into a look of joy.

I grinned. “Told you so.”

“Do I have to share these?” he asked, after finishing the cookie.

“Yep…but you can take whatever’s left home with you,” I said.

“Thanks!” He dug back into the bag for another cookie.

“She said you have to share,” said Glen, taking the bag. “What’s up with you today, Myrtle? Did you win the lottery or something?”

I smiled and shrugged. “I came into a little bit of money I wasn’t expecting. So I decided that one—I was going to have a tasty lunch, and that two—I was going to do something to thank you all for being so nice to me.” I directed my number two remark to Bo.

“Aw, it never hurts anybody to be nice,” Harold said, taking the bag from Glen. “We sure do appreciate these cookies, though. My momma used to make potato chip cookies. I haven’t had them in years.”

Glen and Harold finished their food before Bo and I did, and they left us alone. After they got out of earshot, Bo said, “I’m glad you decided to keep the money.”

“Well, I have to tell you, I struggled with it a little bit,” I said. “But when I looked through that wallet, I came to the conclusion that it belonged to a child.” I put up my hand. “Now hear me out before you think I’m heartless.”

“Why’d you think it belonged to a kid?” he asked.

“There was no driver’s license, no credit cards…just an identification card filled out with what was probably phony information,” I said. “Working at Santa Land, I’ve seen my fair share of spoiled brats come through the line. And I decided that if it was one of them carrying around a hundred dollars, either he wouldn’t miss it or his parents would give it back to him.

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