"Jonathan! Samantha!" Tony called up the stairs. Samantha came down in her nightgown. Her usually chocolate brown, ponytail smoothed hair was messed up all over her head. She had a thermometer sticking out of her mouth. "Samantha." Angela walked into the living room. "Why aren't you ready for school?" Tony asked. Angela walked over and squeezed her shoulder.
"Can't you tell she isn't feeling well? Don't send her to school." Angela said. Samantha smiled at her. Tony leaned up and took the thermometer out of her mouth. He shook it.
"Oh wow. 103." Tony said sarcastically knowing she's faking. Angela touched her face and Samantha moaned.
"You better go back to bed." Samantha turned and took two steps.
"Freeze. What test do you have today?" Samantha turned to her dad and smiled.
"Samantha Micelli." Tony said in a warning tone.
"English. I hate English!" Samantha stated.
"Go get dressed. You're already running late."
"Jonathan!" Angela called up the stairs. He ran down the stairs.
"It's time to go. You're running late and I have to go. I'll see you Monday." She kissed his cheek and walked out the front door. Jonathan walked into the kitchen.
"Go Sam. Now." Samantha scowled and walked up the stairs. Tony walked into the kitchen to help Jonathan with his breakfast. Several minutes later, Samantha came down the stairs. Tony looked at his watch.
"Great Sam! Now I have to take you to school because you missed the bus." They all got into Tony's van and he dropped them off for an uneventful day at school.
Tony was working on vacuuming when Samantha walked in from school. Mona was sitting on the couch.
"Hi there Samantha."
"Oh hey Mona." Samantha waved.
"Where's Jonathan?" Tony asked turning off the sweeper. Samantha looked behind her for the first time realizing he wasn't there.
"He got off the bus. He was bugging me about some ant farm collection. Like I really saw his ant farm. Yeah right." Samantha said sarcastically.
"Why didn't Jonathan come in?" Mona asked.
"Something could be wrong." Tony replied.
"Angela will kill us both if we've lost her son not even twelve hours after she left." Mona stated.
"I know." Tony responded. Mona and Tony both rushed outside and looked up and down the road calling for Jonathan, but there wasn't any sign of him. After a few minutes they walked back in.
"Did you find him?" Samantha asked. Tony looked at her.
"No, we didn't find him. Does it look like we did?"
"I was just being hopeful. Even if I don't like him all the time he's still a pretty okay kid and I didn't want something to happen to him." Samantha stated.
"What are we going to do Tony? We have to call the police and tell them what happened." Mona said. Tony nodded.
"We can do that." He snapped his fingers at Samantha. "Hey Sam, go get me the phone." Samantha ran off.
"We have to tell Angela." Mona said. Tony went from being absent minded to looking right at Mona.
"No, we can't tell Angela. She will be back Monday. We can find him by then. I know we can." Tony said.
"And what happens if we don't find him?" Mona asked. Tony looked at her like he was dumb.
"Well, I'm not sure what you're going to do, but I can take Samantha and we can leave. No reason to give Angela our forwarding address for her to be able to find us."
"You would leave me holding the bag?" Mona asked disgusted.
"If I had to, yes." Tony replied. "But for now, let's find Jonathan. If we don't, that's when we have to worry about telling or not telling Angela. Let's go."