Chapter 9Roy
On Sunday morning, Roy made pancakes and sausages, and waited until Cato had eaten most of them to break the bad news: they were going to study.
Cato groaned and whined and pled trauma that prevented him from concentrating.
Roy nodded agreeably, did the dishes, and arranged their books on the kitchen table.
“You brought my homework?” Cato sounded betrayed.
“Responsible fiancé, remember? Also, you’re in danger of failing this class, so I’m going to check your work.”
“Roy!” Cato wailed.
“If you get it done without complaining more, I’ll buy you ice cream after lunch.”
“You’re bribing me with ice cream?” Cato muttered as he opened his textbook. “What am I, six?”
“Oh, so you don’t want ice cream?”
“Shut up, Roy, of course I want ice cream.”
Roy hid his smile behind his
