"You don't want me to be late, do you?" Linda said, she said, holding up the car keys. "I'm going."
"You can walk," Jon said, snatching the keys out of her hands. "I have to get Zoe to school."
His mother stared at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Language," he said. "But, whatever is happening today...you aren't really acting that responsible, so it isn't a good idea for you to have the car."
Linda grumbled, but seemed to accept it.
"You'd better hurry up if you want to get there on time. And I don't want to get a call saying they can't find you," Jon said. He turned to Zoe. "Let's get you to school."
