Excerpt from Substitute Santa
“Are you busy?” Courtney asked.
“I’m always busy.” Kurt managed the Chez Henri, a black-tie restaurant in Park City.
“You have to come to the ward party tonight. Bishop Nielson needs a Santa. The fellow from second ward got sick at the last minute.”
“What?” Kurt had forgotten all about the ward Christmas party tonight. “That’s impossible.”
“I told Bishop Nielson you’d do it. He’s desperate.”
Kurt felt his blood pressure rise. It was Christmas Eve and the diners were in a holiday mood. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.”
“Tell that to the bishop.”
Kurt knew he’d lost the argument. “All right. When do I have to be there?”
“Ten minutes ago. The program’s already started.”