My heart nearly jumped out of my rib cage, so I quickly pushed Godfather away just as the door swung open.
"Damn it!" I heard Godfather mutter under his breath as he stood up to face my angry Dad. I didn't know whether to hide or what to do. I felt frozen in my seat, my mind racing with a million questions. Did Dad catch us?
"Bro," Godfather said.
"What is the meaning of this?" I saw Dad’s face flushing red while he held a crumpled piece of paper.
I saw Godfather pause, but then he looked at the paper in Dad's hand with an expression of relief.
Dad had said he wouldn't be back until the next day, so I wondered why he was already there.
Godfather took the crumpled paper from Dad. "Damn it!" I heard the anger in Godfather's voice.
"What does this mean—that we have to leave the housin
