Nadine opened the door. "Thank goodness you're home," Laura said. "You wouldn't believe what happened to me. Someone.." she trailed off, staring at Nadine.
"What are you looking at?" Nadine asked. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans...much less modest then Laura expected. "What happened to you? You missed work for two days. I've been covering for you."
"Work?"
"Yes...at the club," Nadine insisted.
Laura paused, wondering what they'd done to her daughter. Or...was it she who they'd done something to? "Something is very wrong here," she said.
"And what's with your outfit?" Nadine asked. "You're dressed like some old lady."
Laura looked down. This was the sort of outfit she always wore...wasn't it?
