Chapter 5

“Because I need to get away from red velvet, white fake fur, and green and red elf costumes before I put a torch to them.”

Marty chuckled. “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, it is. Whoever invented Christmas…” Trey scowled as he took a deep drink of his beer.

“Aren’t the other holidays just as bad?”

“Well, I’m not a big fan of bunny suits, but other than that…” Trey grinned. “I love Halloween. It’s exhausting but exciting, and I hire enough temps to keep from going insane.”

“It’s too late to find another one for the next few days?”

“I’m afraid so. It does take at least some training so they know the difference between, say, Victorian and Biblical. Okay, that’s a bit extreme but you get the picture.”

Marty nodded as he began wiping down the bar. “I was thinking, but I guess not.”

“Umm?” Trey cocked his head in question.

“I’m off during the day, well, until six, which means I’d have to leave at five.”

Trey’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you volunteering to help out?”