"Linda, are you home?" Jon's voice called.
"I'm upstairs!" she called back.
"Oh, you are home...good," Jon called. "How was your day?"
"Fine," Linda replied automatically.
"Linda, I would appreciate it if you would come downstairs when we're talking, instead of making me yell up the stairs."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll be down in a minute," she said.
"We have company, Linda. I'd like you down here now," Jon said, firmly.
"I have to wash up first," she lied.
"Come down when you are done then..." Jon turned to their guest. "Sorry about that, Rebecca. Why don't you make yourself comfortable? I have to see to dinner."
Miss Fine smiled. When she was alone in the living room, she spotted Linda's things sitting by the door. She stepped over and pulled out Linda's wallet and dropped it into Jon's newly acquired purse.
