“It is. I’m holed up in the security office if you ever want to stop by.”

“My section is on the other side of the mall. You know, that part by Santa. Why do parents have to go all insane? Why can’t everyone just stay calm and have a good time anymore? It’s all about being first in line and being the best—it’s ridiculous.”

“Hey, Grace?”

“Yeah?” Grace stuffed a few more morsels of fruit into her mouth, chewing.

“I’m in my uniform.”

The smile that broke out on her face was huge. Grace settled the phone on her shoulder. “Are you, now?”

“I am. So, stop complaining about society and park those cars.”