“Mom… What’re you doing here?” Sheila Davenport watched as her daughter walked across the well-appointed drawing room and sat in an overstuffed leather club chair. While Lisa looked a little worse for wear, Sheila was pleased to see she’d still managed to put herself together. “Jackson asked me to stop by.”
#31 (Lisa rejects Sheila's help...)
#31 (Lisa rejects Sheila's help...)
#31 (Lisa rejects Sheila's help...)
“Mom… What’re you doing here?” Sheila Davenport watched as her daughter walked across the well-appointed drawing room and sat in an overstuffed leather club chair. While Lisa looked a little worse for wear, Sheila was pleased to see she’d still managed to put herself together. “Jackson asked me to stop by.”