Zoe had the list of supplies in hand and was making her way to the door. Before she could leave though, her mother called out to her.
"Zoe, Wait."
"What is it, Mom" Zoe responded.
"I'm not letting you do this by yourself." She answered.
"What, you don't trust me without supervision?" Zoe said, getting defensive.
"No, it's not like that. You shouldn't have to do this alone. That's so much to ask of you. I just want to help." Linda said.
Zoe was a little surprised, to hear her mother say all that. She was also a little touched by her mother's sincerity.
"That's not a good idea honey. We don't know what will happen to you if you go out there." Marc interrupted.
"We don't really know what will happen to Zoe. If she can risk it, so can I." Linda replied.
"I think my case is a little different, Mom." Zoe said, pointing toward her gothic attire.
"Zoe, Have you ever actually been bitten by a vampire, cursed by a witch, possessed by some manner of demon, or any of the other crazy crap stupid people joke about because of the way you dress?" Linda asked.
"Well last Friday at Athena's did get pretty crazy." Zoe answered sarcastically. "But no, of course not."
"Then you are still just my daughter wearing some black clothes and makeup. Which means, I can be your mother wearing some black clothes and makeup. We're wasting time arguing about this. Either you can come and help me, or I go raid you're closet and follow you."
Zoe smiled. It was quite possibly the most genuine smile her family had seen from her in a long time.
"Okay Mom. One goth makeover coming up."
