(Author's note: This expands and revises three pieces into one.)
"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."
Jon held Linda's tablet in front of her. "Ever since you got this you've been distracted." He said crossly.
"But Jon!" Linda whined.
"No buts!" Jon said interrupting her. "We have company. I'm putting this away until later." He then went into his room and placed his purse on his bed and then hid the tablet in one of his drawers.
Linda had this odd feeling of deja vu. Usually, she would be forcing Jon to talk to her company.
Downstairs, Miss Fine had heard the entire commotion and smiled.
Jon came out of his bedroom. He had put away his purse and the tablet. He still looked very cross. "Come on," he said angrily as he took her by the arm and almost dragged her downstairs.
If Linda hadn't been upset about the loss of her tablet, she might have noticed more about Jon. For one, he was walking differently, moving with a sway to his hips. His mannerisms seemed to be a lot more feminine.
Jon brought her into the living room. Jon was feeling an odd sense of satisfaction...he wasn't thinking much about why, but he was enjoying this for some reason. "I'm sorry about her behaviour Rebecca. I don't know what's gotten into her lately."
"It's alright Jon." Rebecca replied.
"Now, you have a choice. You can help me with dinner and I'll send Zoe out to keep our guest company or you can talk to our guest until dinner is ready."
Linda planted herself on the couch, pouting.
"I'm sure Linda and I can talk this situation out while you get dinner ready," Miss Fine told Jon.
Jon hurried back into the kitchen to check on the food.
