Chad vs. the Holiday Hoopla
By Michael P. Thomas
Marlys already knew the real reason I’d agreed to go with her to Dr. Fortescue’s annual Holiday Hoopla—and it wasn’t to play Santa, as hilarious as my friends all found it that I’d sprouted both a belly pot and a gray beard this far ahead of thirty-five—so she passed on the guilt trip I started shilling tickets for as soon as she canceled on me.
“He’s still gonna be there,” she said.
“That’s not the point,” I told her, inadvertently admitting by knowing who she was talking about that it kinda was. “I mean, who?” I amended, ridiculously.
She laughed. “Who? As if we’ve talked about anyone else since Dr. Sabroso came to the ER.”
Actually his name was Felipe Reynoso (M.D., thank you very much), but sabroso is a Spanish word for “delicious,
