Mrs. Claus let Peanut off of her lead and she ran full speed to meet and greet the other dogs at the Friday happy hour.
“Hi,” said Tony lacking the same enthusiasm as last week.
Mrs. Claus figured that something was going on in his non-dog life and she went over to say hello to Aileen instead of getting sucked into some long, sad story about his domestic affairs.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” said Aileen before Mrs. Claus had even formulated a hello.
“Sorry. What’s going on?” asked Mrs. Claus as she poured herself a huge glass of red wine.
“You do you, of course. What goes on between consenting adults and all that,” said Aileen.
“Excuse my French but what the fuck are you talking about?” asked Mrs. Claus as she pulled a cigarette out of her bag.
Tony wandered over to the picnic table where they had the wine and glasses and said, “Your husband.”
“My husband?”
“Yes,” answered Tony.
“He can be difficult once in a while but he’s still my husband and we’re good,” said Mrs. Claus.
“So you don’t mind?” asked Aileen.
“Mind what?” answered Mrs. Claus.
“He’s been a very naughty boy,” said Tony.
Mrs. Claus looked at him and raised her eyebrows.
“You don’t know, do you?” said Tony.
He opened his phone and typed in a short string of text. He lifted it up and showed it to Mrs. Claus.
“Oh, my. He has been naughty indeed,” said Mrs. Claus and called Peanut to her.
“I’m sorry, dear,” said Aileen.
“It’s not what you think- it’s a set-up. I was expecting something but not quite this,” said Mrs. Claus and left the park.
