As Linda and Stacy headed next door, with Jon following them, Zoe walked up to the house.
Zoe wore a black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks. She even had a collar around her neck. If there was an entry in the dictionary under angry teen Goth, there would be a picture of Zoe.
"Mom, what the fuck are you doing?" She asked, staring at her mother skipping along, giggling.
"You dress funny," Stacy said. Jon relaxed. It wasn't the icy stare he'd seen her use on Mikey.
"What are you, the fashion police?" If it was an adult, Zoe might have told them to fuck off, but this was a kid.
Stacy looked at her. "Can I be?" She asked, curiously.
Jon hurried up. "Zoe, don't listen to that girl...she's dangerous....she has some kind of magic powers...." He insisted. "She did something to Mom and Mikey."
Zoe stared at him. First of all, Jon was not exactly the magic believing type. Second, despite hanging around with Athena and believing in magic, Zoe was also pretty skeptical. "What are you smoking?" She asked. She turned back to Linda. "What's going on?"
"This is my new bestest friend in the world, Stacy," Linda said, in a childish voice.
