Synopsis: India Summer’s rebellious step-daughter, Zoe Bloom, moved out of Nebraska as soon as she turned 18. Zoe was so naughty, she stole, lied, and was almost asked to leave the home before she decided to remove herself. It’s been almost a year and a terrible tragedy took place, India is now without her husband, and Zoe moves back to go to the funeral and make amends with her stepmother. She’s realized the error of her ways and she wants to be a good girl, honestly, but being good is so hard when you have a stepmother that’s so hot.
India bites her lip, “Honey.. if you need a place to stay, for a week or two, you can stay here.”
Zoe throws her arms around India, “Thank you! YES! thank you!”
India pulls away, “this is a temporary arrangement, Zoe, do you understand?”
Zoe, looks at India empathetically, “Yes, I’m so grateful. I’m not going to be a freeloader. I’m going to make your life as easy as possible. I’m going to clean. I’m going to cook. I see you need the yard raked, I can do that, and do the laundry.
“No.. please don’t touch my clothes, Zoe.”
Zoe nods agreeably, “and I promise not to steal your clothes anymore. OR your silverware, or money out of your purse.. I won’t take anything. I want to give back, repay you for your generosity. I’m going to get my old job back and I’ll pay rent, whatever you think is appropriate.”
India scrunches her brow, “you’re going to help with the mortgage?”
“Yes, That is what I’m trying to tell you. I can and WILL do it. I realize that I may not have been a good person when I lived with you and mydad. I only cared about myself, and that behavior made me do some things that I deeply regret. When I moved to New York I found friends to stay with, and life was hard.. I wrote all about this in an email to him before he passed. Did you read it?
India shakes her head no suspiciously.
Zoe shakes her head saddened, “Well that’s disappointing, but I get why he would be suspicious of me. I get it. When I moved to New York I moved in with a group of girls that were just like me. I saw how our shallow our friendships were, we were only kind to each other when one of us wanted something. I started to realize how betrayed you and dad felt; it was like I was standing in your shoes. I was always worried about one of the girls taking advantage of me, stealing from me, and life overall was so uncertain and unhappy. I hate myself for what I did, I can’t take it back, but I can make it up to you. Please give me the opportunity to do good.”
India listens curiously.
“I’m not trying to tell you that I ‘am’ good yet because I’m not.. but I’m trying. You can teach me to be a good person. I want to be like you.”
