Eleven
Oh, You Are Amusing, Sir
1:27 p.m.
26 December
San Francisco General Hospital
They arrive just in time to catch “Santa” and Marian in the middle of their first row.
“Then I’ll just check out of here without you!” Marian yells at the older man as she shuffles out of bed. “Where are my clothes?” she demands, going over to a wardrobe with eggshell-tinted quilted doors.
“Now, now, Marian, my dear. This really isn’t the best way to handle bad news.”
“I’m done with these fools!” Marian declares, yanking the heavy plastic bag that holds her clothes out of the wardrobe. “And you’re supposed to be my man, so act like it and help me bust out of here!”
As relieved as Hugh is to see the tension between Marian and Mr. Kringle, he has to ask, “What bad news are you referring to exactly?”
