"Mom?" Linda asked incredulously. It was odd enough to see her mother at a shopping mall, but the strangest part was that she had bags from the very store they were headed to.
"Oh Linda honey I was wondering where you were," Agatha DeVries said. She looked her forty three years now, her once curly black hair now a dirty blonde and cut in a shortish, practical manner. "I was trying to think of how to make up for getting so mad at you this morning, and figured you could use some new clothes anyhow. This is the store you like right?" she held up a bag, and Linda took a look inside.
"These are... actually pretty good," the younger DeVries said, dumbfounded at this.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Agatha said gleefully. "I know you and I don't always... understand each other and I was worried that I might manage to pick the only things in that store you didn't like. I must say though the music they play in there is dreadful!"
Linda laughed at this, "Well I suppose it would be too much to ask for you do develop a proper taste in music as well, wouldn't it?"
"It most certainly would indeed. So are we cool for this morning?"
Linda hesitated a moment, feeling the slightest hint of guilt, but then shrugged it off and embraced her mom, "I suppose we are."
"That's great, I'll put these things on your bed... Speaking of clothes, isn't that skirt a little short? Oh, never mind, it doesn't really matter. Believe it or not I was once a teenager too, and during the eighties no less. I'll see you tonight, and please at least call me if you're going to do that Lucy woman any more favors."
She gave a brief greeting to Linda's friends and the twins, then walked on out of the mall. Linda smiled as she watched her mother leave, then caught the raised eyebrow from Joni.
"She may be a part time bitch and a total sheep, but my mother does have her moments," Linda relented, crossing her arms and trying to maintain her Gothic dignity. The others just rolled their eyes, and headed towards the shop. Amiss the chance meeting with Agatha, no one noticed as the twins' dresses tightened to fit their now concave stomachs.
