After visiting his grandparents, he walked to the car with a small stocking filled with foil wrapped candy. Karen raised her eyebrows. “Oh that?” Grandma smiled. “We were at the bank and guess what? So was Santa.”
As the car backed out, Josh began to whimper. “What’s the matter?” Karen asked. “I am a good boy, I am a good boy,” he repeated softly. She slowed down and pulled to the roadside.