I know this on an intellectual level, a spiritual plane. However, a subconscious morsel of intellect, emotion, something beyond rational explanation i... nurtured by a most peculiar notion: the refusal to acknowledge her gone, dead. On this little island adamantly hostile to finite black and white answers such as you are either alive or dead, Lisa is not. Such are my private thoughts. Expressed publicly, in the wrong context, is to risk having friends shaking their heads, suggesting my. Mother Earth is waking from her slumber, and she has tapped all of her children on the head and made them rise as well. Green is everywhere again. The smell of birth and newness is in the air once again. Beauty can be found every where you look. Everything feels alive, fresh, and it’s a perfect day to head down to the river and watch the boats on the water. We load the car up with a basket of food, several blankets, a few small pillows, and other little odds and ends. I find a place to park. Bethany was a lawyer who had met Sharon through work it was explainedover a cup of coffee prior to Elliot and Poppy's departure.Despite everything that had transpired Elliot and Poppy had not reallyreconciled and an uneasy truce entailed during the drive home. Littlewas said and Poppy kicked off her heels, pushed back her seat and triedto sleep. Elliot had the radio turned down low, grateful for thecaffeine in his system to keep him awake.Elliot gently woke Poppy when he pulled up outside her. How many times have I told you not to sun bathe naked damn it? Vera said. But Mom. Susan countered. I have my shorts on. Shorts! Vera snorted. That bikini bottom wouldnt qualify as shorts at a nudist camp! She sputtered. At least put the top back on, before we have the neighbors calling the cops. Yes Mom. She said grudgingly, picking up the top laying on the lawn. As her mother left, Susan noticed the skirt her mother was wearing was shorter than usual. Susan was sure her father was fucking.