“Meet Chaz,” Dr. Sabroso instructed, now only one letter off. He dragged me by my elbow the last few feet to the eggnog.
“Chad,” I said, extending my hand for a shake.
“Jarek,” he said to me, offering both a small eye roll and a name that started with a Y sound rather than the good doctor’s enthusiastic J. Dr. Sabroso had many talents, especially if the snug fit of his pants was to be believed; remembering names did not seem to be among them.
“I lost the ladle,” Jarek whispered, as if filling me in on a detail he was hoping to keep from the bowl of eggnog.
“Shucks,” I said. “I’m about ready for some eggnog, too.”
“Well, there ya go,” Dr. Sabroso said, slapping us each on the back. “Get that ladle out, get some nog, get ready for the scavenger hunt. You’re already workin’ as a team, we
