Jacques reached into the breast pocket of his blazer and produced anairline ticket. "I'm no psychiatrist, but you are my patient and Ithink I know wh...t's best for you. A total change of scene, and anescape from this dreadful climate. This is a first class ticket on AirFrance to St. Martin. If you can make yourself presentable, I will getyou out of here and take you to the airport." He stood up to leave."I'll be back in forty-five minutes." Then he was gone.I stared at the Air France. Her Manager was overjoyed & Carolyn couldn’t help but appreciate Phillip for this order, as she was sure he had told her it would be Wednesday morning before she received this. So here she was, putting on her tight blue short cocktail dress, with gaping cleavage and her best pair of heels ready to drive and spend the night at his apartment. Carolyn had no desire to come home tomorrow morning in full view of her neighbours dressed in the same clothes she had gone out in the night before, so she. His head rested on a throw pillow; his feet, snug in thefooted sleeper, sprawled on the couch. The lights on theChristmas tree twinkled in the night, casting a magic spell on thescene. Behind the sofa, across the room, three small stockingsand two large ones hung on the fireplace mantle. On the hearth,a plate of cookies and a glass of milk waited.The noise on the roof was soft, as if something had lit upon thesnowy shingles. Tiny thumps echoed softly as if many tinyhooves stamped. ” He walked away, giving Katherine and her savior a backward glance, but his eyes were only directed at Katherine and what he saw in her made him grin.Katherine flicked the cigarette away. Her sponsor’s intervention allowed her to smoke fast and hard until she finished the stick. She looked away from Jerry and readied herself for the same nauseating speech he’d given her an obscene number of times in two weeks, “Katherine, I am disappointed in you.”“So, what else is new?” She mumbled in.