Lisa could hear the front door close, Lisa snuck over to the stairs and look down to see her mother holding some grocery bags. She relaxed a bit and quietly decent the stairs, in the kitchen nothing seemed out of the norm.
Lisa relaxed as she approached, she smiled back when Marge smiled. But there was some amiss about this situation, Homer hasn't been payed yet and the monthly food budget has been spent, plus it was a bit unusual to see her mother have that "glow" these days.
The final push was something in the air, a slight odor that seemed to whiff around her.
Oh Buddha no! Lisa caught on, but the false smile manage to stay up, she help place the groceries away but every moment she was near her a ping of family betrayal kept hitting her subconscious.
Once upstairs she "locked" her door with a chair and fished out her special diary from under the loose floor board. With a shaky hand she picked up a pen and entered a new entry.
Entry day: May 18, 20XX.
Today I've learn of a terrible truth, one that many have suspected but I was in permanent denial.
My mother is having an affair, and apparently she's being payed for it.
I don't know but I left as if I knew this for quite some time, I just hide myself behind a curtain of illusion.
Until then this is all I have to say.
Lisa looked at her entry, she return a other earlier entries and found that there was a lot of things she's been missing out and out, and it even seems that Homer is suspecting something.
She placed the diary back into it's hiding place and removed the chair.
She ready herself for to end the day.
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Dinner came and went without incident, every since Bart disappear the dinning table has been a bit silent. And the added factors that the Simpson parents were drifting more and more apart one would say it was a tomb in the dinning room.
Lisa went up stairs and got dressed, turning in she doesn't suspect what tomarrow will bring.