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Book Excerpt:
Narrated by Lei Synge-Sturmmond
"There’s one more guest you need to apologize to.” Joseph nods to a place at the foot of a smaller tree next to a window, by which an old bearded man dressed in red and white is surrounded by smiling people.
Oh… This will be embarrassing as fuck.
“You do need to do this.”
Yes, I do… Wishing Earth would swallow me, I walk to the old man, followed by Joseph. He turns to me as I approach him, without a shadow of resentment. It’s good he’s as kind as he’s reputed to.
“H-hi, Santa Claus,” I say, in a position as if all my muscles had a bit of a contracture.
He smiles. “Hoho, if it isn’t Master Lei.”
Well, it seems it might be easier than I thought. My eyebrows curve up.
“U-um, yeah. I’m sorry for clubbing you last year.” I hunch my shoulders. “But what did you expect when you went down my chimney at midnight! Can you blame me for thinking you were a thief!”
“Lei doesn’t have any social skills. And he hates festivities. Can you forgive him?” Joseph asks, as my right eyelid twitches.
“Hohoho, of course,” Santa Claus laughs, with that happy countenance that makes children love him.
“Still, I don’t like you! You always bring me nothing but a bag of coal! Every year!”
“Hohoho…” The man is visibly amused. “Well, this year you got excellent grades at Academy, but you’re always mean to your family, so…”
Who the hell told that to this guy?
“Since you’ve been getting good grades all along, I suppose I can grant you a wish this time. You’re not such a bad kid.”
I’m not a kid, good or bad! Argh, this is so frustrating!
“So sit on my lap and tell Santa what is your wish,” he says, curling his hand around his ear as he gets closer.
I grimace. “You want me to sit on your lap?”
He smiles. “Sure, all kids love to sit on my lap.”
Ugh, what’s with this guy? “What do you mean, kids? I’m well over twenty!”
“Lei, stop making a scene and do it,” Joseph says.
My cheeks heat up as I notice the couple dozens of faces fixed on mine. Dammit, this is so stupid! I rest the back of my thighs over his left one. No way this kinky old man will have the privilege of feeling my butt.
“So what will it be?” Santa asks.
“A bride…” I whisper.
