Oliver stepped into the hallway where his god-mother waited with her hands on her hips.
“Are they allowing us to be out here?” whispered Oliver. “So much for a quarantine.”
“We’re not staying here. I’ll tell you later. But what in the name of God did I witness?” Betsy hammered her fists in front of her.
The godson inhaled to speak when she lifted her palms. “Don’t tell me. I wasn’t born yesterday. Oliver I can’t get my head around you seducing my niece. I had an urge to slap you, then I realized how much I failed you.” The thin woman looked at the floor and droplets rolled from her eyes. “When you joined that gang of criminals in high school, I thought you were expressing your anger for your parents’ misfortune. But all this time, it’s been me. I’m not a mother. I should’
