"Yeah," Liza said emptily,"fathers can be...something else sometimes."

She turned her face sideways, looking idly at a nearby rack of pattern magazines and arts and crafts booklets. A faint glow could be seen in her eyes, but only briefly, as it faded out within seconds. 

[i]These memories, this pain...Dammit. Will they ever fade? [/i]

Liza turned back to Alice, a thin smile on her face, though it looked forced,"So, ready to go? I don't mean too rush you or anything, but we should get back home before too long. Daylights' burning after all." Liza said, noting the nearby cashier.