"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 "Of course. Why the fuck wouldn't I be the same age as you?" She groaned, then continued drinking down her orange juice.
Zoe just stared at her. What the hell was going on here? Her mother actually didn't see anything wrong with herself. She actually thought this was all normal, even though it didn't make any sense.
Linda stopped drinking out of the carton and put the juice back in the refrigerator, then gave Zoe a sneer when she saw her staring at her again.
Zoe took a step back at Linda's reaction. She was acting just like Zoe ... but apparently had the memories of her mother?
"I'm going," Linda said, walking out of the kitchen.
"To work?" Zoe asked. That's usually where her mom headed to in the morning, right around this time, actually.
"Not today. I'm blowing it off to head out to the club."
"The club?"
"What? Are you dense this morning? The Spiked Pit."
"You're going to The Spiked Pit?" Her mom hated that place. And she hated that Zoe went there. And now she wanted to go there herself?
"What the fuck's wrong with you today, Zoe? You're acting like I've never gone there before. Ugh," she uttered, rolling her eyes. Then, after picking up a black gothic canvas bag, she headed to the door. And then she left, leaving Zoe to try to figure out what the hell was happening around there.
