If the sight of his mom decked out in goth gear had been a shock, then seeing Zoe could have almost made Jon fall over. As he walked downstairs, he saw Zoe in the living room, wearing an old sundress that he had seen his mom wear every now and then when she did housework (only now it was sized to fit Zoe). Her makeup now matched his mother's, and her hair was it's natural light brown/sandy blonde that Jon had not seen in years. It was lightly styled and came down to her shoulders.
If it weren't for her age and some of their father's features freckling her face, Jon would have mistaken her for a teenage version of his mom.
At the moment, she had put her book down on the couch and was folding laundry that she had brought up in a basket from the dryer in their basement. When she saw Jon coming down the stairs, she smiled warmly at him (he had seen that smile on his mom's face more than a few times, he mused), and asked him "Hey sweetie, what's up?"
It was a bit of a weird moment, and even Zoe paused, wrikling her nose as if she didn't think that was right. (Zoe was finding her "new" maternal feelings for Jon strange, even if she did feel like she had always had them. After all, she was the younger sibling). But she quickly shrugged it off and returned to folding.
"So," Jon said, trying to hide a smile, "what's for dinner, mom?"
"Ha ha, very funny," Zoe said, as though she'd heard that particular joke a million times. "I was thinking of cooking up some chicken and rice."
Jon loved his mother's chicken and rice, so he wasn't about to complaing. He wondered if it would taste as great with Zoe making it, though, even if she did seem to have all of his mother's personality.
Then Jon thought about his dad. He wondered how his wished had changed his faamily dynamic. He had seen a king-size bed in his parent's bedroom. Were his mom and dad still close? How did Zoe feel about their dad now? He had a feeling things would get a lot more interesting.
