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Lisa
41 days since leaving Grace
Four days into Invasion Viv, the majority of Lisa’s contact with the outside world came from random text messages, mostly from Jake (with a scattered helping of Singer, and Jake’s cousin Frankie, who, last Lisa had heard, hated her guts). The most recent Jake text read: V’s getting her hair done. QUICK, EAT SOMETHING.
Lisa double-checked the front yard, but sure enough, the Volvo was gone. Of course Mother was getting her hair done. She probably couldn’t wait to tell her old stylist all about her wacko daughter’s adventure in a cult. Mother’s voice would lower as she spoke, like whatever she was saying was top secret, even though she was thrilled that everyone in the salon would be trying to listen in.
Not that it mattered. None of it mattered. Thou
