Chapter 21Roy
Roy fetched his dazed husband from the front seat and took him into the restaurant, warding off Susan’s attempt to corner them.
“We are going to talk,” she threatened.
“Not today. Or tomorrow.”
Her mouth quirked. “Right.”
It was a nice restaurant, but not uncomfortably fancy, and almost empty at this hour. An older man drinking coffee alone, grandparents with two girls in private-school uniforms.
Roy ate without noticing what he was tasting, watching Cato make manic and confused conversation with his mother and sister. He gesticulated wildly with one hand but kept the other on Roy’s knee.
Susan handed Roy his nephew and excused herself.
Izzy slipped from her seat and took Susan’s. “Can I hold him?”
Roy handed Chuck to her. He was a sturdy, cheerful kid and liked stra
