Yancey stepped through the door with his arms full of groceries and Lisa didn't miss the warning look he shot his mother.
"Well," Sarah amended, "I don't know that much about bears and things like that. I stay here at the house where it's safe."
Lisa struggled out of the chair and limped over to the sack of groceries. Sarah frowned.
"Yancey, help her into the other room and make her get that foot up for the evening. In fact, why don't you take her to the doctor?"
Lisa put up a hand as Yancey started toward her. "I don't need to go to the doctor and I'm not an invalid. I just turned my ankle a little. By tomorrow I'll be fine."
Yancey rolled his eyes at his mother and turned his palms up to God. "I've already told her, but she won't listen to me either."
Sarah turned to Lisa with a smile. "I'll cook supper tonight. I haven't cooked more than a couple times since you came, and I'm afraid I might forget how."
"But I'm here to help," Lisa protested.
"Then watch Tammy."
Lisa reached for Tammy's hand. "Come on. Let's go watch TV in the family room."