Tad gave him a pitying look. "Goodness, you have been gone a long time! I certainly hope you weren't taking cabs in Connecticut." He shook his head. "Well, I suppose that's why I'm coming with you." He faced Bif and explained to him very carefully, "Here, we don't take cabs. Cabs are for poor people."
He turned and took a few steps toward the stairs, looking out on the now-deserted school grounds. "I am almost afraid to see what you're riding in lately. I could call my own driver if you'd rather, but if yours is closer, be my guest." The night had been kind of a disaster. It would be nice to get out of there.