“You can’t hide it forever.”
“I’m not hiding it forever. I’m waiting until his brain can hold the information without sacrificing something he needs more.”
“That sounds suspiciously reasonable.”
“It is.”
“Which means you’ve rehearsed it.”
I shut the laptop.
“I’m taking him to the hospital tomorrow. I’ll ask Dr. Whitcomb how to approach it.”
“Will you listen if she says tell him?”
“Yes.”
Caleb’s skepticism was insulting.
Mostly because it was deserved.
He set the order list on my desk.
“I can call Ben at Harbor Supply. He may let us put the relays on my account.”
“No personal accounts.”
“He owes me.”
“For what?”
“I repaired his daughter’s generator.”
“You charged him.”
“I undercharged him.”
“That was your mistake.”
“It can now become useful.”
Before I could argue, my phone showed the time.
Five twenty.
The date.
Dinner.
Noah.
I stood.
“Lock the north bay when you leave.”
“Where are you going?”
“To collect food.”
