Stumbling to the last stop in Moosic,
Olga demanded Vern face the music;
After the cast iron stairs, it wasn't far,
She found him waiting in a declasse bar,
So convenient, Olga must have been sure
The old coot was, in fact, waiting for her.
"Vern! You've been pulling the strings from the start,
Delaying my return with your black arts,
Weaving me into your twisted story,
Keeping me from my children and Tony."
"Soon as my son introduced his new wife,
I recklessly wanted you for myself!