Peter then realized. It was close to Christmas there. And didn't Guppy say the extra-special shit always hit about the holidays? Fucking holidays, Peter never could really stand them. They tended to be big fat disappointments to him. No funtime with the family growing up. His father was usually away on some con/scheme, or in jail. And some of his relatives were no prize either.

"I know what it is. What's wrong. Damn holidays."

"He in his room now?"