Even though Jon got off work at 3:00, he knew not to return to the house immediately. He passed the time taking a walk.His grandmother had been angry with him for missing dinner on Saturday. She’d had a point, there was no denying it. But he’d simply not realized in advance that, on Saturdays, Dahlgren’s stayed open until 6:00, and he was expected to stay until closing time. He apologized, but when he began to explain the circumstances, she would have none of it. Adding to his consternation was the fact that she said nothing about the money he’d brought home as part of his pay. She didn’t even acknowledge it.The problem with his grandmother, it seemed, was not going away easily.As he entered the house, Jon could hear voices from the kitchen.“Can’t you just order a replacement part?” his grandmother was asking.“Well, that’s the rub,” came the sound of a man’s voice, one that Jon did not recognize. “I wouldn’t know what part to order.”Stepping into the dining room, Jon could see through the kitchen door that the refrigerator had been pulled away from its usual spot against the wall.
