"Linda?" Scott Harrington asked, walking into the living room.
"Yes?" Linda asked.
"Jane's not here. If that's why you stopped by, I mean."
Linda looked at her husband oddly. "Stopped by?" She chuckled, thinking that Scott was making a joke. "Scott, I live here."
"You what?" he asked.
"Scott, stop fooling around," Linda said, then sat down and grabbed for her book, meaning to do a little reading before she started dinner. But the book wasn't there. "Scott, have you seen my book anywhere?"
Scott stared at her, with a confused and concerned look on his face.
"What?" Linda asked, looking up at him.
"Why are you acting like you live here?"
"Because I do live here? Scott, I'm your wife, remember?"
"Jane is my wife." He paused, then said "I think you should leave now."
Linda stood up from the sofa and looked at her husband, thinking that he must have gone mad. "Did you say Jane?"
Scott grabbed Linda's arm and escorted her to the door. "I think you need to get your head examined. My wife may put up with you and your family, but that doesn't mean that I do."
Linda, confused out of her mind, stumbled out of the house. Then her husband slammed the door on her.
What was happening?
