“I have never been in an official vehicle before. When I was transferred to the CAREER EDUCATION CENTER in Two, I rode in a medical delivery truck that was heading back after unloading supplies. This is nice. Even nicer than the vehicle that my parents use for public functions, and that is pretty nice.”
Weaver sat in one of the side seats, inspecting everything within his reach.
“You have a cooler, a snack drawer, crystal glasses, and what is this?” He pulled on a handle and a side pocket opened up in one of the wall panels. “Ah, medicines.” He touched the top of each little bottle and box that was inside. “Something for headaches, stomach pains, sneeze relief, a little of this, and some of that. Nice supply. Oh, and this,” he said and held up the package of red dissolvable paper strips.
