"I'm an elf, not a wizard!" he snarled. "Sure there is potential but the effort will be major." Just do it or you won't get to see the reindeer games.... Still it." Want me to get Mrs. Claus involved?"The elf grumbled and reached into his many pouches and pockets clustered around his waist producing awls, screwdrivers, hammers, chisels, a red high heel, and finally some red lipstick. In seconds or hours (What is time with Santa? The clock did not move from midnight unless he wished it.), the elf. Linda locked her door after checking to make sure she had a key and set out walking to the school. She was a little behind schedule and had to begin jogging to get there in time. It occurred to her that this was good exercise. She checked her pulse on her watch and found she found her heart was beating 170 times per minute. She slowed to a walk to catch her breath. She saw her daughters and waved at them to get there attention and they ran to her with their backpacks on. During the walk home. A slender young woman with dark hair stood outside and smiled. “Hi,” she said with a slight accent. “I’m Sasha. Are you Nicolas?”He nodded. At least she looks good, he thought as she walked in. Maybe this evening wouldn’t be as bad as he had expected.“So, you’re the baby for tonight?” she said as she sat down on the sofa. Nicolas smirked. “Yes, kinda. My parents are crazy.”She smiled again. “Well, I think this is cute. Oh, would you mind getting my bag inside? I left it by the door.”As he went. "If you and I can come to an agreement on something reasonable." I think we can," Steve said. "I'm interested in starting my own business. That's why I agreed to sell in the first place. What sort of money are we talking?"Adam considered. He had checked the most recent appraisal from a site Celina had given him. The area where the house lay was much like the rest of the poorer neighborhoods. There wasn't enough taxation to justify reappraisal so none had been done in almost 20 years. The city.