Chapter One-Hundred-Two

The days went by naturally, and on Saturday, Rome left the Barlow mansion early that morning even before Catherine could wake up.

By seven-fifteen, Mr. Orlando drove the vehicle into the yard, and when he turned off the engine, Rome got out and headed inside.

It took him a while, but he finally arrived in the living room. Then he walked over to the couch, sat down, and said, “Good morning, Father.”

“You are early.” Mr. Ford mumbled, closing his newspaper.

Staring at his watch, Rome sighed and said, “I know. But if I had waited for the actual meet-up time, I would have to lie to Catherine. So I left a note instead.” 

There was a brief moment of silence. Then Mr. Ford rested his newspaper on the couch as he stood up and said “Well since you are here. How about breakfast?” 

“Sure,” Rome mumbled, standing to his feet.

When the daylight had faded a bit at five o'clock, R