Meanwhile back at Jon's house Zoë was sitting in the sitting room reading one of her favourite books. She got up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. "Well there is no-one else here to worry about at the moment" she said out loud. She thought back to Linda leaving her to tidy up as usual. "Just like any other teenager would have done they never want to do house work if they can avoid it." She said to herself. She was the same when she was that age wasn't she. There was that odd feeling again, it didn't seem right to her that Linda was a teenager.
A minute later the fog that fallen over her had lifted. Of course Linda was a teenager she was only 19 after all. Not like Zoë herself it had been a few years now since she could call herself a teenager. I'm not that old she thought to herself. I am only 32 she thought that's not that old was it well not to her it wasn't anyway.
