Where every Da Vinci can paint his Mona Lisa and every Dante can write his Inferno.
According to Lisa, they were the closest thing to a family that she had other than her parents and siblings.
If Lisa was involved with both Spencer and Mertz, maybe she was an informant for Spenser.
Lisa pulled a curtain back to examine the sky.
Lisa started to get up but Howard motioned her to sit still while he answered the door.
Lisa stared at him.
Her gentle attempts to get Lisa to sit were futile.
Lisa insisted, still hoping to get a different answer.
Lisa stared at the bowl, the liquid frozen half way up her throat.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Lisa knew it felt good.
Lisa. Listen to me.
He glanced at their joined hands, then at Lisa and Howard in turn.
Lisa stared at him, fragments of the night before slowly fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle.
Lisa, we need to get some information...
Connie handed the purse to Lisa, who immediately found her house keys.
Lisa dropped back to the bed.
Quint hesitated a moment, watching Lisa with an uncertain expression.
Lisa rolled her face away from the bright window.
Lisa came home from the hospital the day before the funeral and Connie insisted on staying with her for a while.
Lisa got up every morning and fixed breakfast.
Lisa was making the beds one morning and Connie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
"You know," Lisa said, "you don't need to stay here and take care of me any longer.
"I'm as ready as I'm ever going to get," Lisa responded without emotion.
Lisa swung around and stared at Connie.
Lisa rolled her eyes.
Lisa stared at Connie.
Connie packed and left that evening after work, still expressing her concern and insisting that Lisa call her if she wanted to talk.
Lisa thanked her for all the help and assured her that she would be fine.
The car abruptly halted its progress, slinging Lisa against the steering wheel with bone jarring force.
Paralyzed with fear, Lisa waited, expecting the car to slide over the edge.
Lisa snapped her sagging jaw shut.
Lisa gingerly settled her body on the couch.
After supper Lisa helped put away the leftovers and wash dishes.
Lisa had no trouble understanding why she seldom had company.
Lisa stared at her.
Lisa showered and crawled into the single bed in the guestroom.
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
Giddon was silent, giving all his attention to his food, but Tammy watched Lisa with interest, twirling her fork in her eggs and squirming in her chair.
Lisa winked at her and Tammy ducked her head, smiling shyly.
The movement caught Giddon's attention and he glanced from Tammy to Lisa with a puzzled expression.
Sarah waved a hand at Lisa, watching Giddon intently.
She glanced at Lisa You sit down and finish your meal.