“Yes?” was my short reply. “The next time you want to leave Moses Mile, I need to know beforehand. I’m not there, Madeline. I can’t make sure you’re okay unless I know in advance.” He sounded irritated. “Blaise, I am going to get tacos and watch a movie with friends. I am not headed to the inner city to hunt down drug dealers and ask them if they want to play ball,” I pointed out.
