"Seriously?" Char wanted to ask when Diago's long lost sibling showed up with her backpack. But she knew it would do no good, Diago hardly knew his sister and even then when he did it was through holiday phone calls and school photos.
"Look, we can handle it," he reminded her there was a room available.
Char practically rolled her eyes, she didn't want to hate his sister, but that room was for their baby.
"We've got plenty of time," he shrugged as if what else could one do during a pandemic.
"You're staying put," he pointed a finger to her. Iona was well out of high school, but between jobs and evidently between family.
"I'm sorry," she gritted with a wince. "I didn't mean to do this." Evidently, she'd had enough with her bipolar aunt that she lived with, in fact all of her life. But it was getting tense and she got on a bus and came here.
"I'm amazed even buses are running." Char looked at her blankly. Where Iona was coming from was now on lockdown.
She promised she was clean, even brought her own washable gloves and a homemade mask made out of a bandanna.
Char wasn't sure if that was sufficient enough in these times, but she guessed it was better.
At least Iona seemed pleasant enough, just a bit out of luck. She ate lots of bread with the stew they had and drank two full glasses of milk. Char hated to ask when she last ate. But Iona kept smiling as if she was determined they would be friends. After all, they were family now.
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