Chapter Twenty-Two Farley Manor, Oxfordshire
An expression of anguish clouded Adhara’s beautiful countenance. Angel was quick to notice, “What’s the matter, darling?”
Her tone was cutting, and her aspect changed to petulant. “You do realise that you have just condemned that young woman to death by refusing to admit her to our community?”
“We can’t accept everyone who turns up here. You heard her speak; she’s nothing but a neurotic with no social conscience.”
“That’s debatable, Angel. Do you associate vegans with neurotics?”
“In her case, yes.”
“Well, I thought that she was likeable—”
“Off you go, run after her and bring her back! But you’ll have to accept that we can’t welcome all your waifs and strays.” Luckily, Adhara did not hear the second sentence as she was already chasing off
