The door opened. It was Zoe, looking just as gothic as she always did. "Oh, hi Mrs. Harrington. My mom isn't home yet."
Jane looked oddly at her. "Zoe, what are you talking about?" She sighed. She didn't have time for her daughter's games. "Just let me in, okay?"
"I told you. My mom isn't home yet. I know you two are friends, but I'd rather not let you in until she gets home." Zoe looked past Jane and saw Linda's car in the driveway. "Hmm, her car is here ... you know what? She's probably just out jogging."
"Zoe," Jane said, bringing her daughter's attention back to her. "What's going on?"
"Mrs. Harrington, I don't know what you're talking about."
This was the second time Zoe called her that. Linda's last name was Harrington. How could Zoe mistaken Jane for her? Unless this was some sick game that Zoe thought up, to just mess with her. Sometimes she did that, just for kicks. She was always so disrespectful.
"I don't have time for this, Zoe. Just let me in, okay?"
Zoe sighed. "Fine, but I'm not taking the heat for this when my mom gets home."
I'm your mom! Jane yelled in her head. She just wanted to scream it. But as she thought about it, Zoe wasn't the only thing that was "off". Linda's car in the driveway, the garage door opener not working, her house key not working ... there was definitely something strange going on.
