Walking into the kitchen, Jon saw Zoe, Mikey, and that woman from the portrait, all sitting around the kitchen table. Mikey looked exactly the same, but Zoe looked a little different. Like her "gothness" was toned down quite a bit. She was still dressed in dark colors and her hair was still dyed black and her skin was somewhat pale, but you couldn't exactly pin her as being a Goth.
"Take a seat, Jon," his second mother said. He did, then took a moment to look her over, without seeming too creepy. She looked slightly older than his mom and was dressed in a white blouse and skirt suit. Perhaps she worked at an office? Around her neck was a necklace with a small cross dangling from it. Taking in the whole of her, she seemed quite conservative. That was something Jon didn't expect. He thought his mom would go for someone, well, more like herself.
He had that disconcerting feeling again, although less than before. He knew how the church in general felt about gays and lesbians, that it was a sin and all that. But it seemed things were the reverse in this reality. This woman was a lesbian, but it seemed that she was also Christian, or some form of it. It was just weird, that's all.
"Okay, who likes chicken?" Jon's mom asked, putting their plates of food down in front of each of them.
