Zoe grew angry. She didn't like his attitude. "I'm your daughter and you will show me respect or you're grounded."
Her father sat upright in bed and looked at her. He had a look of confusion on his face. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Well, you'll find out once we have the meeting, won't you?" Zoe said.
He frowned, but moved to get out of bed. Zoe left the room and slipped into the adjoining bedroom where Jon was picking things up off the floor and making disapproving noises.
Zoe came up behind him and looped her arms around his midsection, pulling him closer. 'What are you doing?"
He was surprised for a moment, but then smiled. "Just cleaning up this mess."
"Have Mom do it," Zoe suggested.
"I can't..." Jon said, "Can I?"
"Give it a shot," Zoe suggested, with something of a grin.
"Aren't you the least bit concerned about what's going on?" Jon asked.
"Of course I am, but...I just keep doing things without thinking..."
"I know everything's off, but there's so much on my mind I can't really place it all."
"Exactly," Zoe agreed.
"What about Mikey, dear?" Jon said. "He's still not up."
"Do you want to talk to Mom and Dad first, or bring him in first?" Zoe asked.
