Still feeling a bit sleepy, Jon's mother Linda descended the stairs. She really needed a cup of coffee to get her going. When she stepped down onto the first floor, though, she stopped. Was someone making breakfast? She could smell it, even from here.
She made her way towards the kitchen, but then suddenly halted about halfway there. She could have sworn that she saw a blond woman sitting in the living room. She slowly turned and looked in that direction, seeing ...
