Zoe's in Trouble,Too

Zoe was sitting on the couch, crying. "What's wrong?" Jon asked. "What's wrong?" demanded their mother. "What's wrong? You have the nerve to ask that after all the things you two have done? I found out about *everything,* Jon. You two did this in *my* house, under *my* nose and you have the gall to ask 'what's wrong? It should be *obvious* what's wrong.'" "But I really don't know what happened, Mom," Jon said. He was so confused. He knew *something* had happened and it appeared that that something was very, very bad. "I'm sorry, Jon," sobbed Zoe. "It's my fault. I didn't mean to let her know, but I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry. She found out that..."