Jon meticulously made his way up the front steps to Sarah's house. Switching his clutch to his left hand, he banged on the door.
"Sarah, let me in!" Jon yelled.
"Who is it?" he heard Sarah call from inside.
"Sarah, you were just at my house. What makes you think I wouldn't have come over here as quickly as I could. It's me, Joan. I mean Joan. Hold on. I'm Joan. Joan. My name is Joan. Why do I keep saying Joan. My name is Joan. Why can't I say Joan‽ I want to say Joan! My name isn't Joan; it's Joan!"
While Jon was fumbling through his name, Sarah opened the door and was watching him with a slight smirk on her face.
"Why don't you come on in, and I'll see what I can do for you," Sarah said.
Jon looked up at her with a distraught look and followed her through the door.
