When Alexander blamed his mother, Mrs. Rosaline Jones snapped at him, "Don't you dare to point your finger at me, son. I'm completely innocent. You came back last night and had dinner with us. Only then we could talk to you about your transfer. However, before we could tell you more than one sentence, you started to throw a tantrum, made your sister frightened and she couldn't eat properly last night. After that, you stormed into your room and didn't give us any opportunity to talk. In the morning, you sneaked out from your room and stole my car. If you act like this how am I supposed to tell you?"
"Damn it!" Alexander cursed under his breath. He was about to say something but the police arrived. They looked at the mother-son pair and stopped in front of them.
There were two police officers. One of them asked him, "Are you Alexander Jones?"
"I am," Alexander boldly said. He knew his parents would take care of everything.
