CHAPTER TWELVE
He whistled softly beneath his breath, and the tune soothed him. A, B, C, D... He smiled to himself, sitting on the small bicycle he'd picked up from Goodwill the week before. They wouldn't let him drive. None of them did.
He frowned as a car sputtered by on the road behind him and he rocked on his bike seat, bracing himself against a metal pole and facing the building beyond. It would have been easier. Very easy, if he'd been allowed a car.
But bikes weren't so bad. Bikes had wheels. Bikes had two wheels. Bikes were nice. He liked bikes.
He whistled some more, smiling at the thought and patting the bike beneath him with one ham-fisted hand. His sheer size had bent the handlebars a bit, but then he'd tried to bend them back and over-corrected. Now, he had to hunch, gripp
