She came out of her room, humming and ran into Zoe. "Are you all right?" She said, in a somewhat bubbly mood. "You're dressed for bed," she said, looking at the black t-shirt Zoe was wearing.
"I am not," Zoe said. "Why are you always butting into my business?"
Linda was about to tell Zoe that being concerned about her wasn't butting in, but suddenly thought better of it. Zoe was only about an inch shorter than Linda's height of 5'9"...She was almost Linda's size. She was old enough to take care of herself. "I'm going to go start dinner," she said. "If that's all right with you," she added after a moment, somewhat sarcastically.
Zoe blinked, sensing a shift of some sort. "Ummm...sure?" She said. "You want help or something?" It didn't seem like such a big deal, all of the sudden, to pitch in.
"Yeah, great," Linda said, enthusiastically. "I'll meet you downstairs." She bounded down the stairs.
Zoe raised a brow. "Perky today, isn't she?" She mumbled, following her down the stairs.
"So, how's school?" Linda said as she started to grab things out of the refrigerator.
Zoe blinked, her mind whirling again. She had a vision of the town high school. That's wrong, Jon's in high school. I'm eighteen. I...graduated, she thought. "It's fine," she said, out loud.
