Zoe freshened up in the master bedroom. Enough of the clothes in the closet would fit her that should could dress in a comfortable blouse and skirt. Her mother had gained and lost weight over the years, especially with three children, and there was stuff in her closet Zoe could wear.
The professional and mature look she saw in the mirror pleased her.
She went down and called the boys to set the table for dinner. She tossled Mikey's hair, something he clearly found annoying. "Good job, sweetie. Jon..." she said to him, "forks on the left, not the right."
She paused over them, focusing. She knew everyone was acting differently, even herself, but it felt right being in charge. She had to take care of them.
Mikey felt the same way. He had the mind of a teenager and the knowledge and body of a child...although he seemed to find a lot of things easier than before. It was easier to just be what he was right now.
Jon wasn't thinking especially deep thoughts. His thoughts about the experiment and how he'd changed had been pushed aside. He had a hard time thinking above an elementary school level about anything. Areas of knowledge in his brain were still there, but it was like reading a grownup book, he didn't understand it, so he'd gone back to stuff that was easier to understand.
Linda didn't come down to help out. Why the fuck should she? Take care of a bunch of kids. It didn't seem to be her problem. After finding something more suited to her mood, she slipped out the window to have some real fun.
