Saving 6: Boys of Tommen

“Abusive alcoholics see no age or gender. All they see is a punching bag to take aim at when the notion strikes them.”

“Excuse my flanker,” he told us as he led the blond lad back toward the lounge. “He’s like a bleeding Labrador. Completely harmless, with zero awareness of social cues and etiquette.”

“I was only being friendly,” the blond lad argued as his friend led him away. “It’s nice to be nice, Johnny.”

“Yeah, I know you were, Gibs, but those people are strangers, and what did we say about you talking to strangers?”

“Don’t do it?”

“Exactly.”

Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”