The old man wolfed down the mashed potatoes as if he hadn’t eaten in days. For all Jillian knew he probably hadn’t. After he finished she would give him a bath and a warm bed to sleep in. She wouldn’t normally open her home to a stranger but it was Christmas after all.
Jimmy smirked at the plump woman. By morning she would be robbed blind. Of course she might not see morning. He hadn’t quite decided yet but loathed the pitying look in her eye. After all she was the fool. Did she think buglers took Christmas off?