She reached out to touch Lisa's arm. "Your old room is still here, you know. Any time you want it." "I'm not Allegra," Lisa meant the comment to sound light. It came out harsher than she'd intended and she winced when she saw her mother's hurt look. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just meant that I'm okay. I'll be fine." "Alone in that house all by yourself? You two girls worry me," Marcia fretted. She turned back to the kitchen counter and toyed with the several plastic bowls lined up along its edge. "Why you had to move all the way across town is beyond me." Lisa sighed mentally. "Mom, I'm a big girl. And I like living where I live." Marcia nodded. "I know, honey. I just wish you and Terry would finally settle down--" "Mom!" Thankfully, they were the only two in the kitchen, so she didn't have to listen to any comments on her mother's admission. "Terry and I... We... What makes you think I'm going to marry Terry?" "Well, aren't you?" Her mother looked surprised. Pursing her lips, she bent to pull a paper grocery sack from a drawer and began putting the containers in it.
