"Thank you, brother dear," Betsy said humorously in reply. She just knew he was sitting there itching to pull threads. If he yanked one that affected her again, she'd probably slap him. Not that it would do much good. Jamie's curiosity remained insatiable.
"No, I haven't heard a word from him," and her brows furrowed to hear that Wisdom was supposed to have got in touch. He was probably off drunk again. Wanker.
"Unless you want me to start categorizing and analyzing the decor, Jamie, I think not." She really just wanted to get out of this bloody place.