Chapter 447 Words On Skin:: 12
- Richard might be the family brains but Lizzie, bless her, had always better under pressure. She smirked and snaked her arm out, then pushed the little button on the knob of the bathroom door to lock it.
- "I'm in here, Mom," she said loudly. "Just having some trouble with breakfast. Too much pineapple, I think."
- "You're not throwing up are you? Is it morning sickness? Are you pregnant?"