Hmm, Jennifer. That must be my name now, she thought. Jennifer smiled and then walked out of her bedroom and then downstairs. The person she met in the living room (which was much bigger and better furnished than her old one) was definitely still her mother. But this Jane Merlin was different. She seemed younger, more vital, and sexier. She was dressed in something that the old Jane Merlin would never even consider wearing: a red mini-dress that showed off way too much cleavage and way too much leg. Her shoes were 4-inch stilettos.
"Hey, sweetie," she said, smiling at Jennifer.
"Hey, Mom," Jennifer answered back. She looked around at the spacious house, admiring it. "Are you the only one here?"
"Not including you. Zoe's out with her friends."
"Stupid Goths," Jennifer uttered.
"Goths? Zoe's friends?" She almost laughed. "I don't think so."
That got Jennifer's attention. It was clear that her mother had changed. Maybe the rest of her family had changed as well?
"Well, what kind of friends does Zoe have?" she asked her mother.
