How could it be his fault though? He couldn't bring himself to fault. All he could do was blame everything on,

THAT CRAZY JERK! HE CAUSED THIS. HOW WOULD I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO THINK THAT IT WAS GRANDMA? I THOUGHT IT WAS THAT FOOL TRYING TO PULL A PRANK ON ME AGAIN.

Alves didn't know how to react or what to say.

OH SHIT, I'M IN FOR HELL TODAY. LOOK AT HER EYES. OH GOD THEY ARE SO SCARY. HOW CAN THE EYES OF AN OLD WOMAN BE THESE THREATENING AND SCARY?

Alves realised that his worries were much more than he would agree to admit to.

HOW DO I EXPLAIN TO HER THAT I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY? HOW SHOULD I TELL HER THAT I MISTOOK HER FOR SOMEONE ELSE?

Alves tried not to shake his head even though that was exactly what he was tempted to do. He puffed, swallowing every now and then.

He could never had thought that a minute could be this long. If he was told that a second could feel like a week, he might had punched the person who said the words in the face.

Then suddenly he got an idea.

YES! I