[MAMA]
"What's wrong with you?" Jessa asked, stepping into the restaurant and catching Allison sighing deeply at one of the tables. Her steps slowed, and instead of figuring out a way to yell at everyone before breakfast, she sat across from her.
Allison looked up at Jessa as she settled in. "It's nothing, Jess."
"It doesn't look like nothing." Jessa arched a brow, crossing her arms under her chest. "What did your husband do this time, Allison?"
"Jessi, it's not him."
"Allison, you're lucky I still call you my friend," Jessa retorted. "After all these years of practically living together more than with our own families, do you really think I'm dumb? You only get like this when it involves your husband or your kids. And since I've seen you evolve from an overly concerned mother to a fed-up one—well, I would too if I had another child."
