For a moment Maryann wanted nothing more than to run away with Greg like bad teens and drink that whole bottle of Scotch. maybe with however much of that scotch she could take before puking, she could finally spill out her feelings for him and maybe in a moment of drunken stupor and definite low inhibitions, she would just show him how much she would be there for him. If her words couldn't comfort her enough, she would used her body to soothe and confront him in every way possible. It was a selfish and childish thought but she would suffer whatever consequences just as long as she knew that she had...could comfort him. However just like every other time that she had ever thought of giving herself to him, the moment ends too soon and life goes on.<br/><br/>For now.<br/><br/>Maryann took a deep breath and exhaled. Yesterday was over and today was a new day. Tomorrow could changed for better or for worse depending on her decisions she made now. She found her spot next to Rachel and started to help Greg's sister with the dishes in silence. She didn't feel very much like talking with Rachel; they were never close. maryann was always Greg's friend and she prefered it that way.<br/><br/>She was thankful that Rachel didn't feel talkative either so the two women were able to work in silence and more efficiently. maryann was happy to just be helpful but more hopeful to leave as soon as they finished drying and putting away the dishes that were already done.<br/><br/>At the first opportunity that she had, maryann slipped out grateful that she wasn't noticed. She made her way around the house trying to remember what every room was and which rooms not to go into. She was also wandering where and when she could see him again.