I bundled Caitlin up about two o'clock that evening. We had an appointment with the big fat bastard.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking her to see Santa."
"Wait what? I'm supposed to go too."
"You can come if you want."
"You're being an asshole."
"Watch your mouth."
She started that crying shit again, too bad. Three hours ago, Elena and Char had taken her new best friend and set her up in one of my places just outside of town.
Neither of them had told me anything about their visit to the hospital the day before and I didn't ask. If there was something to tell mom would've told me, besides I didn't need anyone else to see what I see I don't roll that way.
Kat's spoilt ass has been getting away with murder. While she was pregnant and then even after having the baby I guess I grew a little lax but if she didn't stop fucking around she was gonna end up with her ass beat Xmas or not. Fuck.