Sy’s parents had been wary before admitting us, explaining that people who spend nights in the square are unsavory characters – molesters, drunkards, robbers – all around reprobates (their description). They keep locked up tight nights.
They offered us a place to stay as long as we want.
We thanked them, but Elijah countered by telling them that we are here to get them out and back to their son.
Our offer was met with frigid silence.
When the father spoke it was with adamant absoluteness. He will never leave. I saw the same resolve in the mother’s eyes.
We turned our talk to other things – of the denizens, their rulers, and the seaport beyond.
We hope they will change their minds.