Chapter 9
Hey Santa, part 2
Alex
We made cookies, albeit with a tiny mess. Who was I kidding? I’m talking about us. I thought Elliot’s head would explode after seeing what we did to his kitchen. I swear that guy has no sense of humor. He was humorless.
After seeing the destruction we made in his kitchen, he phoned Christine, asking her to take us off his hands. “If someone were trying to kill us, they would never succeed. We were an abomination.” Those were Elliot’s exact words. Whatever that meant. Destroy one man’s kitchen, and you look upon as being an abomination, a little harsh.
The dude needs to lighten up, or he may pop a blood vessel in his forehead.
Christine, along with her husband, came to collect us and our things. It was the quickest we ever stayed at someone’s house. Wh
