Chapter 13Roy
When Cato came back at nine, Roy was sealing the last box of books.
“You have a car, don’t you?” he asked Cato.
“Sure. I just don’t drive that much because I’m, um, not great at keeping my attention on the road. But I can be better,” he added quickly. “Don’t tell the custody person I said that, about being a bad driver.”
“I was just going to ask if I could put some stuff in your car rather than make two trips.”
“Oh. Of course. You’re moving everything?”
“Sylvester came by to ask when I was going to be out.”
“That jerk!” Cato looked at the door like he was considering going to find Sylvester.
“It’s fine. I’d rather not drag things out. Let’s go.”
They loaded the cars and made the drive to the DuFour house. The route was new, since he’d never driven directly there from
