Polyester blouse with lavender flowers. Feminine looking slacks. Pumps. Lip gloss. Blush. Lisa hated wearing this crap. Was this for her dad’s sake or her mom’s? It’d didn’t really matter. It will help keep the peace, she reminded herself.

Maxine put her arms around her. “You look hot, babe.”

Lisa shrugged. “Thanks,” she replied, while thinking she looked like the proverbial pig in lipstick. “I really wish you could come, too.” Maxine didn’t speak. She just sighed and nuzzled her face into Lisa’s neck.

It will help keep the peace, she told herself, again. But she felt anything but peaceful.

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