“I don’t think so,” I said, trying to sound severe, but I was actually confused and sad.
He turned the wheelchair and preceded me through the open office door. I dropped to my chair in front of him, looking for answers that he would never give me.
“The gate was wide open this morning,” I said, thoughtfully. “Maybe you should talk to Kyle. He’s becoming disrespectful and dangerous.”
“Kyle is just another poor man, helpless in the face of betrayal. A victim of other people’s amoralities.”
He wasn’t referring to Kyle and we both knew it.
“That doesn’t mean that he’s exempt from his duties and responsibilities,” I said aggressively. “Other people don’t cease to exist just because someone has hurt us. They aren’t all enemies.”
“If they stick with the traitor, they are” was his prompt resp
