Chapter 3 – An Awkward Lunch

As Marge pulls into the parking lot of the Krusty Burger, she exclaims, "You kids have been awful quiet since we left the hospital."

Lisa laughs nervously, "I guess we're just tired from walking around so much."

"Mmmmmmmm…." Marge grunts, not entirely convinced.

Everyone queues up in line to place their orders. Marge waits at the counter while the others select a booth to sit. Homer slides in on one side. "C'mon honey," he says looking at Lisa. "Come and sit by daddy."

"Lisa squirms away and slides in the other side of the booth. "I think I'll sit by mom today. Thanks anyway." She says coolly.

Homer is taken a little aback at Lisa's sudden lack of affection, but he is quickly distracted when Marge arrives with a tray of food.

"Owww! Owwww!" Homer suddenly yells holding up his bandaged thumb as a stream of bright red fluid runs down from his hand.

"Oh my goodness!" ejacuates Marge putting her hands to her cheeks, surprised by the sudden development.

"Ewwww." decries Lisa.

"Haaa, haaaaa." laughs Bart sitting beside his father.

"Ho, hoooo!" hoots Homer tossing down several squished ketchup packets from his hand. "I really had you going there for a second or two, Marge." Homer gloats.

"I can see you're feeling much better!" Marge says without humor.

Later they arrive home. Bart runs off to pursue his own interests. Maggie starts to play with some toys scattered on the carpet. Homer promptly flops down on the sofa and clicks on the TV. Wouldn't you know it…there's a commercial for an infertility remedy airing. Lisa sighs and turns to Marge.

"Mom, can I have a talk with you?"

"Of course, honey. What is it?"

"Out in the kitchen….." responds the confused little girl.

Marge is a little concerned at this need for privacy, but respects Lisa's wish. They sit at the kitchen table.

(to be continued)