The King of Santa Claus by Weston Ochse Watching her was like watching a Chinese movie dubbed by an invisible woman. When she talked, it was as if her mouth moved slower than her words. At first Andy Dean thought she was slow, maybe even slightly retarded. But the more she spoke, the more he paid attention. It wasn’t until his second beer that her mouth and her words came in synch. The whole time he’d found himself staring at […]