Jon entered the house through the back door in the kitchen and heard his parents arguing.
A shrill voice that seemed to be his father cried out. "She's MY friend."
A much deeper voice...his mother?...replied. "Well, I like her."
"You're like...so self-centered," Roger replied.
Jon peaked over the counter. His mom had her back to him, but she had grown a lot more muscular and was even larger than his dad, who was wearing earrings and makeup.
He thought about staying out of it, but this was getting out of hand. He needed to stop it.
He entered the living room. "What are you two fighting about?"
They both turned toward him.
