Chapter 16Cato
Roy came home an hour and forty-seven minutes after his last class ended. Not that Cato was counting or anything. Or like he’d memorized Roy’s schedule. Obviously, he had, but it wasn’t on purpose. That information was just in his brain somehow.
“You didn’t have to meet with the director again, did you?”
“Huh? No, I was taking care of the paperwork. In case you wanted to, you know, take the caseworker’s advice. Get married.”
“You…Just like that? It’s that easy?” Did Cato’s voice sound weird?
“The application for the license takes a couple days to process, and you need an appointment with a justice of the peace. Friday was the earliest available. So I figured I should take care of those as soon as possible. But we can cancel them, if you don’t want to do it.”
“No, I—don
