Confrontation

"I just have to go get my things," Zoe replied, continuing to be surprisingly helpful. Mikey had already gathered the dishes from breakfast and was washing them, without being asked. Jon gave both of them a quick smile of gratitude and focused on his mother, who was trying to walk away from the table. "Where are you going?" He said, in a slightly accusatory tone. "You don't want me to be late, do you?" Linda said, she said, holding up the car keys. "I'm going." "You can walk," Jon said, snatching the keys out of her hands. "I have to get Zoe to school." His mother stared at him.