“As if you know the truth! If he was that soused why wasn’t he sent home?”
“By himself?” asked Thomi incredulously. “He could have caused an accident! Been killed—or have killed someone else! His friends were always in the same state he was! Whenever I called this place for help, never was anyone home to me! And only once were we able to make him move so that we could bring him here.”
She eyed him with accusation. “And that night we decided to bring him back to Cliff Top because your gates were closed, and no one here answered our pages—or phone calls—to have them opened! Maybe you would have rathered we left him outside your gates for the rest of the night? Didn’t seem an option to us. So, it’s as much your fault he had to spend those nights at Cliff Top as anyone’s!”
“More so, I’d say
