“Tuesday is two sleeps, right?”
“Two.”
Toby paused. “And it’s allowed to stink?”
Julian smiled. “As much as you need.”
Toby nodded seriously. “A little.”
“So he’s fired?”
Then he disappeared upstairs with Julian’s gray shirt hanging openly over his arm.
Travel Dad was gone.
On Tuesday, Julian’s chair would be empty again.
But this time, Toby already had the shirt.
And he didn’t need to steal it.
Travel Dad was gone.
