After taking off her bathrobe, Linda discovered that underneath it she was wearing a boy's T-shirt and dusty jeans. The clothes were too tight and too small, exposing a lot of her skin and hugging her body way too much. The outfit looked like something that her son might have worn. But she was sure that he didn't own these specific articles of clothing. How did these clothes get on her? She didn't remember ...
"Linda, what's going on?" she suddenly heard Mikey ask.
Did he just call her by her first name?
She spun around and looked at him, about to tell him to not call her by her first name, that it was inappropriate.
But what she saw was even more unexpected and confusing. Mikey was wearing a skirt and blouse. It looked like women's work attire, but not something she herself would wear.
"What did you just call me, Mom?"
Huh? she thought. Why am I calling Mom Mom and he's calling me Linda? She paused, realizing she'd done it again.
Mikey put his hands on his hips. "I'm waiting," he said.
