"How are we going to explain this to people?" Linda said.
"Somehow," Zoe said, certainly, "I don't feel like that's going to be a problem."
Linda looked down at herself, still a bit uncertain about that. She looked pretty hot. Tight jeans, low-cut top...her body had never looked this good before.
She looked back at Zoe. She looks like crap. Zoe looked tired, and was dressed in a ratty bathrobe and slippers. Her hair was starting to grey, and... She looks so...old. Linda thought. Zoe had aged about a quarter-century. "You really think people won't notice this?"
Zoe looked at Linda. She looks like a kid, she thought. "I'm not sure, Linda. I suppose we'll have to find out." She yawned. It was late.
"We should figure this out now," Linda insisted.
"And I think we'll be better able to handle this tomorrow," Zoe insisted.
"But, Mom!!" Linda whined.
The two suddenly froze and stared at each other. "Did you just..." they said in unison, as each realized what the other had called them.
"Oh, shit," Linda said.
"Language," Zoe blurted, without thinking.
They lapsed into silence again.
