"Uh ... Mom?" Zoe asked. "I need to ask you a question."
"Okay, what?" asked the girl who used to be Zoe's mother Linda.
"Do you notice anything ... different about yourself?"
Linda looked down at herself, then back up at Zoe. "No. Should I?"
"You are my mother, right?"
"What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm your fucking mother. Who else would I be?"
"So you think it's totally reasonable that you're my mother and the same age as me?" Zoe asked, trying to get Linda to see the contradiction of what was happening.
Linda just gave her an odd look, then said ...
