Sharon opened the door after hearing the doorbell. Cheryl was behind the door. Even though they were sisters, Sharon and Cheryl were quite different. Sharon was over a decade older than Cheryl. She also had a much curvier figure than Cheryl. Cheryl didn't seem to have any female curves at all, she even kept her hair short. Cheryl's wardrobe exclusively contained T-shirts (usually of sports teams), jeans, and sneakers.

"When will Jason be home?"

"After school, I guess in a few hours."

"I have to speak with him!" Cheryl tried to remain calm.

"What about?"

"He took something from me. I want it back."

"What is it?"

"I can't say."

"I'll talk to him. I've been wanting to talk to him myself."

After spending some time with Cheryl, Sharon could tell how infuriated Cheryl was. The longer they were together the harder it was to hide. She was starting to pound the furniture.

"Cheryl, I can see how upset you are. I think it'll be best if I speak with him alone."

"But."

At 3:24 in the afternoon, Sharon was sitting on the couch watching one of her favorite programs. She couldn't concentrate on the plot. Something was wrong with her son Jason. he wasn't acting normally. Seeing Cheryl was the last straw.

"Jason," Sharon asked, "can I speak with you?"

Jason was Sharon's 14-year-old son.