"Jane...what's wrong? Are you all right?...you look like you've seen a ghost." Zoe asked. She put her pocketbook down and moved toward her, taking her hand and putting it on Jane's head. "You don't feel feverish..."
This was a totally different Zoe than Jane was used to. Instead of an angry, anti-social teenage goth...this was a mature middle-aged mother figure. She'd taken decades of her daughter's life...not that Zoe noticed.
She'd been upstairs when she'd made her wish...and...then she had been in Zoe's room listening to music...she had been completely carefree...dancing to its beat...until Jon interrupted her.
She glanced at herself in the hall mirror...seeing a teenage girl in a short leather shirt, knee high boots, and halter top. Her mind started to drift again...
Jane had wished to be young and carefree...the magic wasn't quite done with her yet.
