Chapter 7Roy
They had done half a dozen loads of laundry, and made the beds, and vacuumed, and washed the windows. Cato had worked harder and more quietly than Roy had ever seen him do anything.
“Place looks pretty good. Nice work.”
“But there’s still me.” Cato held out his arms as if displaying himself.
“You look like an older brother who worked hard all day.”
“But you wouldn’t give me custody of a kid.”
“I know you,” Roy said cautiously, trying not to say whether that was a plus or minus.
Cato slumped. It hurt Roy to see it, that spark snuffed out.
“I need…” Cato swallowed. “Do you know how to strip hair dye?”
Roy felt his eyes fill with tears. “Oh, baby…”
Cato’s head snapped up.
“I don’t know,” Roy said quickly, bending over his phone to hide his expression. “I’m sure the Int
