Then at least let me be Speedy’s ride. There’s no need for you to waste time shuttling him back and forth from the bakery when I drive right by there.” “You don’t need to do that.” “I want to,” he argued. “You’d need a booster seat and—” “I got one.” I blinked up at Cope, my jaw going slack. “You got a booster seat?” I said the words slowly as if trying to master a foreign language. He nodded. “The Clek Oobr one. Those mommy blogs said it was the best. And I had one of the experts come and install it. Blogs said it was important to get it in right.”
Dude is already gone
