...cats at Lisa when she tried to make a news report at the age of
eight! Surely it couldnt be her but as Lisa squinted to see,
the woman barked at her, Whaddaya want?!Oh, um, sorry, Stuttered Lisa.
She then tried to muster all the authority she had. Im here to
see Marge Simpson please.Well she dont want no
visitors. The lady growled.Please, I- Im her daughter,
Lisa replied, taken aback by this ladys attitude.Youre Lisa? she
questioned, looking a bit stunned, Well in you come then. And
off she shuffled. Lisa walked in, wiped her shoes and closed the
door.I didnt catch your name!
She called down the hallway.The woman turned around and
grumbled, Im Eleanor Abernathy. But thats Mrs. Abernathy to
you. And she went into a side room with a television blaring and
shut the door.Lisa didnt know what to do. She
crept around the desk with an old bell with such a thick coating of
dust, it was a wonder she didnt burst into a fit of sneezes.
Walking round to the other side, she noted an untidy stack of
information sheets, and old apple core and a sticky coffee mug with
the dried remains of the hot drink. Pulling a disgusted face she
turned back around when something caught her eye It was a new clean ...