Zoe finished getting started on dinner and went upstairs. She was surprised to find her door locked. She pounded on it.
The door opened, and Linda peeked out. She'd already started to put on some of Zoe's makeup. "What?"
"This is my room."
"You can sleep in there," she said, pointing down the hall to the master bedroom.
"If that's what you want, dear," Zoe said. She didn't really mind. The Goth lifestyle didn't really hold much appeal for her right now. She went into the bathroom and began removing the last of her Goth makeup. Honestly, how could she have wanted to dress that way?
