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Show 33 "You don't need to know that." "But I'd like t o ." "Not this time." Leah had to be allowed. Hunt had tried to prevent moments like this too often in the past, and so he picked her bag and quilt up and carried them to the car. "Sean? Will you and your friend be all right for an hour or so?" Hunt asked. "I have to take Mom somewhere. You can make yourself some hot chocolate. I'll take Todd with me." "Sure," Sean said. See how simply he handles it with the children, Leah thought. She moved outside; she went and sat in the car. There was a jay sitting on the handle of the lawnmower in the garage. It seemed pensive, undisturbed even by her slamming of the car door. "Do you have money?" They were traveling south along Route 89. "I have enough." "How much?" "Don't worry." "How much do you have?" "Hunt ..." "Just tell me." "Ten dollars." "Do you have a check?" "No." |
