Then, abruptly, Jon and Zoe heard their mom's bedroom door slam.
"Oh great. Here we go," Zoe said, as if this was routine.
Their mom walked down the stairs and into the living room, where Jon and Zoe were. "Hey, shitheads. Where the fuck is my dinner?"
Jon was stunned. Just to see his mom dress like what Zoe had dressed like was strange enough. But to hear his mom talk like what Zoe had talked like was even worse. He didn't know this person.
"It's coming, Mom. Just hold on." Zoe walked into the kitchen, leaving Jon with his mom.
His mom noticed him staring at her and got annoyed, as if she weren't already. "What the fuck are you looking at?"
Jon immediately stopped and looked away. "Nothing."
A moment later, Zoe came back into the living room with the food. Her mom grabbed it out of her hands and went back upstairs. They knew when she got to her bedroom, thanks to the slamming of her door.
I'm gonna have to go through this hell for a week? Jon thought.
