Ambrose glances at the door and was about to rush ahead, open it and catch them red handed. But Folawe held him back. She clears her throat before saying in a high tone.
"Oh...we are good now. Let us go and see if they are done cooking."
Mrs Mo, Mr Mo and Jason who were at the door quickly scramble towards the kitchen. Folawe then counted thirty seconds before opening the door. Indeed she could hear their fake cackling voices from the kitchen. Ambrose couldn't understand why she didnt want to open the door and let them know they were eavesdropping. Nothing was safe in this house. One couldn't hide contraband in their personal room. Not the children because he knew his mother. She is alway rummaging through stuff hoping to find evidence of their active sexual or dating life.
Secrets were the worst to share in the house.
