"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.
She ushered Linda off the hall, and started pulling off Linda's blouse before she could protest too much. Linda was overwhelmed as Zoe gave firm instructions to remove this, put on that...
Before long she was redressed, and headed downstairs to breakfast, not noticing she was wearing a pair of jeans, a non-wrinkled shirt, and clean sneakers.
