Christmas Carol part 4 The Wedding
It was time to leave for Vegas for Carol and Reese’s wedding. I was driving out, so Reese could get his rematch, and since he’d bought me the car, I did feel obligated. My wife would fly out in a few days as she had no desire to spend 3 days in a “gawdamned sardine can”. The bulk of the luggage would go with her, and I’d pick her up at the airport when she got there. I’d managed to explain the car and how I was responsible for Carol and Reese meeting without incriminating myself. Everyone...