Around 6 (the family's normal dinnertime), Jon walked downstairs only to find his mom absent from the kitchen. Correctly supposing that she was still in her room, he walked in to find her still on the phone. She looked up at him as he walked in, but continued talking as though he wasn't there.
After about a minute, Jon decided he'd had enough. "Hey mom."
Finally acknowledging him, his mother shot him an annoyed look, then sighed. "Hey Cindy? Yeah, I gotta deal with some stuff here. I'll call you back, k?" she told her friend on the other end. Then she hung up the phone, crossed her arms, and glared at Jon. "What?" she said, sounding as though he'd just interrupted an important business meeting.
Jon was taken aback by this and stammered for a moment. "I uh, I was just uh, wondering what's for dinner, is all."
His mom rolled her eyes and let out another annoyed sigh. "Call your father and have him pick up something. I'm not cooking anything. And use the other phone line."
"Um, ok," Jon said meekly as he backed out of her room. From the other side of the door, he could hear her going back to her ever-important phone conversations about boys and music.
