"Are you all right?" Zoe asked her mom.
"Of course," she said, then she turned back around and continued whatever she was doing.
Zoe watched her. She was definitely not all right. "Mom?"
Her mother kept her back towards Zoe.
"Mom?" Zoe insisted.
Her mother turned around. "Would you please stop calling for our mother? It's distracting me from my task." Then she turned back around and returned to whatever she was doing.
Calling for our mother? Zoe thought. What the fuck is she talking about? She reached out and grabbed her mother's shoulder, pulling her back. This time, she pulled her back far enough to see what she was working on.
"Oh," her mother whined. "You weren't supposed to look until I was finished."
Zoe slowly stood up and stared at it. It was ...
