Mary 8--Annibale Carracci, A Domestic Scene. "Mama, he's been in my room again." Lisa stood with her arms crossed over her skinny chest, anger in every tense muscle. She frowned at Paulo who stood in front of Mama trying to hide in her apron. Mama straightened using her balled fists to ease her back. She put gentle hands on her son's shoulders and turned him to face her. "You need to give Lisa a it more privacy, caro. Go play with Marco." She sent him on his way with a light swat on his bottom.
I'll try to stay awake tonight.