In the morning, Linda was woken up by someone shaking her. "You're going to be late," Zoe's voice said.
Linda rolled over. "Must have slept through my alarm," she mumbled.
"Well, good you have me as a backup," Zoe said, pointedly. "Breakfast in ten...none of us want to be late," she said.
Linda stumbled out of bed, still feeling a bit odd. She headed for the shower and quickly cleaned herself up and threw on some clothes, and hurried downstairs.
"Is that what you're wearing?" Zoe asked as she entered the kitchen, where Jon was working on breakfast and Mikey was setting the table.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Linda said.
"It looks all wrinkled. Did you get it out of the hamper or something?" She grabbed Linda's arm gently. "Come on, I'll help you." She urged the grown woman upstairs.
