"Why am I not wearing your clothes?" She asked.
"Because you're not me," Rosemary said. "I told you that. Are you starting to...forget things?"
"This magic can do that? Am I going to forget who I am?" Sarah asked.
"No...I meant because you're becoming so...old. I mean...you're looking ancient..."
"Do you hear yourself?" Sarah said. "how old are you anyway?"
"I'm...I'm..." A confused look appeared on her face. "Old enough...."
Sarah was still furious at Rosemary, but as she looked at her, she felt another emotion. She was starting to feel sorry for her. She put a hand on Rosemary's shoulder. "Oh, dear...you really didn't think this through, did you?" She said, sympathetically. "You're losing your maturity...if you ever had any in the first place. You're becoming a teenager..."
Rosemary looked at Sarah...there was something that told her Sarah was an authority figure. Maybe it was the lines that were being etched into Sarah's face, or the look in her eyes. But those thoughts kept coming into her head. That she couldn't possibly understand what Rosemary was feeling...
