“Tell me what is
reallyworrying you,” Nuri said quietly to Eddy. He didn’t want his
brothers zeroing back in on their problems, however amusing they found it. “I
see it in your expression.”
“See what?”
“That it’s not
just about the Father Christmases,” Nuri said patiently.
“Well, it is and
it isn’t. Sometimes I think you’re psychic.” Eddy had on his
101-Dalmation-puppy look. “Patrick asked me to help host a Christmas Eve party
at With A Kick. For the children, in the afternoon. It was such a great
success last year, and they love the ice creams. All non-alcoholic for the
kids, of course,” he hurried to add.
“Of course.”
“Apparently the
guy who played Santa wants a break from it this year.”
Nuri nodded
encouragingly. “You are an actor, Eduardo. I don’t see the problem.”
“Dressing up as
Father Christmas? As Santa?”
Nuri’s eyes
widened just a fraction. “As I say, I don’t see…”
Eddy groaned. “I