You were yelling at Mr. O’Keefe, she said. You said he didn’t have any idea about secrets. You were yelling at everyone. I couldn’t understand most of it. You were crying and hollering and rolling up your pant legs to show them your leg. I tried to calm you down, but you were… it was like you didn’t even see or hear me. I was afraid, Mr. Wasson, and I didn’t know what to do. You said something about a boy sitting at the bar, and he was really a ghost. Mr. O’Keefe tried to calm you down. You pushed him away and came upstairs because you said something about Euart’s birthright, you wanted to tell him what his birthright really was, but then you came in here and fell asleep. You just closed your eyes and you’ve been sleeping for the past hour or so. I went back down and got Mr. O’Keefe to help me close. I didn’t know what else to do.
I’m sorry, I said, only nothing came out of my mouth. My throat felt like moist sand, and my eyes were sticky and throbbing.
You need to stop drinking, Mr. Wasson, said Arlene.
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