Miles Lisa’s father stayed with her until she dropped into a fitful sleep—though if Carrie had not been there, she doubted she would have slept at all. Again, she was surprised at how much it meant to have another person in the room, no matter how young or silly. On Sunday morning while they were still sitting in bed she told this to Carrie, who informed her—in no uncertain terms—that she was not silly at all. “I’m sorry,” replied Lisa. “Poor choice of words. I should have said ‘young and ridiculous.’” At this Carried leaned forward, pulled her pillow from behind her back, and gave Lisa a thump. Never one to submit to violence passively, Lisa grabbed her pillow and whacked back. Before they knew it, the two girls were chasing each other about the room, their hysterical laughter punctuated by the dull Thwack! Thwack! of pillow warfare. Lisa felt wonderful. She found herself laughing harder than she had in days as all the tensions that had been building up inside were being released in the wildness of the crazy pillow fight.
