You see, Lily, all that time Mary had been standing in for her.

Lily was standing in the foyer as the doors parted and he stepped out.

Lily stood, reached both hands down to him and pulled him up beside her.

Lily stood behind one of the boulders and changed into an old-fashioned swimsuit she must have found somewhere in the house.

Lily stood in the doorway, her face rigid with disapproval.

Lily stood beside her, looking just as stunned at her presence.

Lily still stood, centered, and her hands began to move, rising together.

Lily turned away from both of them, disengaged her hand, and stood with her face pressed up against the wall.

By the time he had settled himself at his disordered desk, Lily was standing beside him.

Lily stood and turned in place, like a dog trying to make a bed more comfortable.