Louise breathed a sigh of relief as the countryside gave way to city outskirts after two hours stuck in the car with Mother, who was adamant she couldn't concentrate on the road when the radio was on.
"Now I want you to take little Lisa and play outside as soon as we get there," said Mother. Strange how she could talk while driving but not listen. "I don't want her within earshot when I sit her parents down."
Lisa's parents were just getting started on what was sure to be an ugly divorce, and Mother being Mother just had to get involved and make things worse. She was right though, at seven years old 'little Lisa' was probably having a hard enough time with the split already. She didn't need to be in the middle of the maelstrom that was about to get kicked up.
Lisa. A cute enough kid with her button nose and freckles, but Louise didn't like her all that much. She had this old patchwork rabbit she dragged around everywhere. Even the carrot it held had been stitched together