Peter Cabot Gets Lost (The Cabots, #2)

by Cat Sebastian

“All you had to do is say you can’t read a map,” Peter said. “I can read a map!” Caleb protested uselessly. “There’s just something wrong with that one.” “Oh yeah? What’s wrong with it?” “That it’s attempting to put all this—” he gestured around them “—onto that little bit of paper. It just isn’t natural.” When he looked over, he saw Peter biting his lip to suppress a smile, so, like an idiot, he kept going. “The problem is that the world goes in all different directions, and a map is just…there, all flat and judgmental. I can’t look at one and imagine where I am, let alone where I’m supposed to go.” That was enough frank admission for one day, so he gathered up his pride. “Honestly, I think the rest of you are faking it. You look at the map, say ‘yes, yes, go east for thirty yards and then southwest for a mile and the service station will be on the leeward side of the car’ but really you’re just making it up as you go along.” “Leeward,” Peter said, now smiling openly. “You’re nuts.”