He didn't return home till it was close to dinner time. The door was locked. When he slipped his key into the lock, it didn't work. Jon frowned. That was strange.
He rang the doorbell and the door opened. To his surprise, Stacy was standing there. "Can I help you?" She said, almost politely.
"My key didn't work...and...what are you doing answering?" He asked her, suspiciously.
She seemed to ignore him. "You must be one of the new neighbors," she said. "I'm Stacy," she said.
