"Mom? Is that you?" Nadine asked, still not quite believing it, or not wanting to. This woman had her mom's face, but the rest of her ... her general appearance, her clothing, the way she talked ... it wasn't like her mother at all.
"Course it be me, honey. You trippin' or sumthin'? Who else I be but yo mama?" Laura asked.
"Mom, you look totally different. You're even acting different. Don't you notice?"
Laura looked down at herself but couldn't see what her stepdaughter was going on about. Yes, stepdaughter. In Laura's mind, Nadine was now her stepdaughter. Because it was obviously unlikely that a white man and a black woman would spawn a white girl with no discernible African traits.
"Dere ain't nothin' diff'rent bout me. But dere sure mus be sumthin' wrong wid yo ass! Now, get da fuck outta here, so I can finish watchin' mah show," she said, before turning her attention back to the TV.
Nadine was appalled.
