Jane

"What?" asked *Jane*, confused by Zoe's question. "You're talking just like Mom. Except ... I don't think Mom has ever been proud of me." "What are talking about, dear?" Jane asked, still not noticing that she was, in fact, speaking differently. "There you go again," Zoe said, falling into laughter once more. "Zoe, stop laughing this instant," Jane said abruptly, getting irritated by her daughter's attitude. Zoe piped down, but continued to smile. "And wipe that grin off your face," Jane said. Zoe's smile disappeared, but she was still grinning on the inside. "Now, are you going to help me with that machine or not?"