Before Malvis and Zane could go outside to see what on earth was going on, Zane's grandmother got in their way, blocking their path with herself and her wheelchair.
"Just where do you boys think you are going?" She asked with a frown on her face. "You're not thinking of getting yourselves involved with the main event, I presume?"
"Haha... Of course, not! Lolama, we are just gonna play on the front porch. That's all!"
But his grandmother was not having any of it and did not let any of them go outside. She was keen on having them stay inside the house.
"I told you we should have just got out in the backyard," Malvis whispered to Zane's ears but the old lady seemed to have caught up to his words.
"Don't be stubborn, kids! It is not completely safe outside. You know it yourself, Zane! People die every time they hold that goddamn main event!"
