Five minutes later, Jon frowned. "Zoe..keep an eye on things..I have to go speak to Linda. She said she would be right down."
Jon picked his handbag up off the couch, intending to bring it upstairs at the same time. He started up the stairs and found Linda sitting there, zoned out in front of the tablet.
He grabbed it out of her hands. "I asked you to come right down," he said, angrily.
Linda looked startled. Had it really been that long?
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Jon said, hands on his hips
Linda took him in, looking rather confused. "why are you carrying a handbag?" Linda asked confused.
"Because it's so much better than carrying things around in pockets." Jon replied getting a bit annoyed. "This isn't about me...it's about you."
