“You have a real gift for getting into trouble, don’t you? That was one thing I forgot when you left the pack.” “How is any of this my fault?” I asked hotly. He sighed. “I don’t know. Does it matter whose fault it is once you’re sitting in the middle of the frying pan?” He gave me a despairing look. “And as my father used to point out, you find your way into that frying pan way too often for it to be purely accidental.”
