Many of you may wonder what happens when young gentlemen are supposed to be sleeping....
Zach and I spoke with him separately.
All I got out of him was:
"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!"
The story Zach weaseled out was slightly more expanded upon. It went a little bit like this:
"I didn't do it! I didn't do it!"
(than who did, Zach asks)
"Jesus did it."