A/N: I realize I haven't updated this in about a year. Thanks to Vicky,
Sylvye, and providencelover for reviewing, otherwise I probably wouldn't
have updated at all. If anyone's interested in this story, I might keep on
going with it, so let me know if I should or not!
Also, I seem to have misplaced my tape with the Lilly episodes, so the dialogue during dinner may be a little off. I hope I remembered most of it!
Homecoming--Chapter 2
Joanie had made spaghetti for dinner. It smelled delicious, but when I sat down at the table with the rest of the Hansens, I found myself unable to do more than pick at my food. Everyone else was as quiet as I was, and for what felt like a long time, the only noise in the dining room was the clink of silverware against the plates. I knew the awkwardness was on my account. Who wouldn't be nervous having a complete stranger at the table with them?
"So Lilly," Joanie began brightly, in an attempt to start some form of conversation. "How's school?"
I smiled and shrugged. "School's school."
Joanie nodded, but couldn't find anything to say to that. Silence descended once more.
The next time, it was Dr. Hansen's brother Robbie who made the stab at conversation. "Lilly, what brought you to Providence?"
I looked down at my plate and twirled another mouthful of spaghetti onto my fork. "I hitched a ride with a trucker." I stuck the spaghetti in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "I wanted to go to Florida."
"Why Florida?" Dr. Hansen wanted to know.
"It sounded good at the time," I shrugged.
How could I explain this to them? They'd never slept in bus shelters, or stood in the pouring rain for hours hoping to catch a ride to God knew where, just away from where I was then. To them, I was just some screwed up kid who for some reason, Dr. Hansen had taken pity on.
I scarfed down the rest of my spaghetti as quickly as I could, and pushed my chair back from the table. "Can I be excused?" I muttered. "I have homework to do."
"Of course," Dr. Hansen assured me. That worried look was back on her face. "When you're done, would you like to watch a movie with me?"
"What movie?"
"It's called 'A Room With A View'", Dr. Hansen told me. "It's about a young girl who goes to Italy and falls in love…could be fun."
In other words, one of those movies that I could never possibly understand. "Maybe some other night," I mumbled. "I really have a lot of homework."
To my everlasting relief, Dr. Hansen didn't ask any more questions, but allowed me to escape back up to the attic.
Also, I seem to have misplaced my tape with the Lilly episodes, so the dialogue during dinner may be a little off. I hope I remembered most of it!
Homecoming--Chapter 2
Joanie had made spaghetti for dinner. It smelled delicious, but when I sat down at the table with the rest of the Hansens, I found myself unable to do more than pick at my food. Everyone else was as quiet as I was, and for what felt like a long time, the only noise in the dining room was the clink of silverware against the plates. I knew the awkwardness was on my account. Who wouldn't be nervous having a complete stranger at the table with them?
"So Lilly," Joanie began brightly, in an attempt to start some form of conversation. "How's school?"
I smiled and shrugged. "School's school."
Joanie nodded, but couldn't find anything to say to that. Silence descended once more.
The next time, it was Dr. Hansen's brother Robbie who made the stab at conversation. "Lilly, what brought you to Providence?"
I looked down at my plate and twirled another mouthful of spaghetti onto my fork. "I hitched a ride with a trucker." I stuck the spaghetti in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "I wanted to go to Florida."
"Why Florida?" Dr. Hansen wanted to know.
"It sounded good at the time," I shrugged.
How could I explain this to them? They'd never slept in bus shelters, or stood in the pouring rain for hours hoping to catch a ride to God knew where, just away from where I was then. To them, I was just some screwed up kid who for some reason, Dr. Hansen had taken pity on.
I scarfed down the rest of my spaghetti as quickly as I could, and pushed my chair back from the table. "Can I be excused?" I muttered. "I have homework to do."
"Of course," Dr. Hansen assured me. That worried look was back on her face. "When you're done, would you like to watch a movie with me?"
"What movie?"
"It's called 'A Room With A View'", Dr. Hansen told me. "It's about a young girl who goes to Italy and falls in love…could be fun."
In other words, one of those movies that I could never possibly understand. "Maybe some other night," I mumbled. "I really have a lot of homework."
To my everlasting relief, Dr. Hansen didn't ask any more questions, but allowed me to escape back up to the attic.