She got an odd look. "The kitchen. Are you feeling okay? Seriously, Sarah, what's going on..I have to get to work...you know how my boss hates when I'm late."
"What boss?" Sarah said. "And you're always late."
Susan gave her an odd look. "I'm not ALWAYS late. And last time it was your fault I was late, not mine. Now, you have enough time to eat, get your things, and I'll give you a lift. Otherwise, you're walking to school."
That sounded much more like the Susan McMillan she knew, but Sarah was extremely confused. Her mother was awake before late morning, sober(which she wasn't always after a night out), and acting like...someone else's mother. Susan poured her a bowl of cereal. At least her mother hadn't turned into some sort of homemaker.
