<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF80BF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Mary Stevens</span></span></div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/l/tid/62875643.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>A kerchief was put into her hands by Phil as he informed her she looked fine. Even in her grief she couldn't help but appreciate the compliment and gesture. When she had briefly looked up to let Phil know how sweet he was for the offer, his phone rang. Phil's face was enough to tell her it was definitely Sarah and Mary covered her face instantly, her crying now officially turning to sobs. "Oh god..." she said, her voice slightly muffled by her hands.<span style="color: #FF80BF"> "Oh god...Wh...I...sar.." </span>she couldn't even get a sentence out as her tears choked her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"I...n..need t-ta go home...."</span>she finally managed to say, frantically rubbing her tears away. She lived alone with her dog and cat in a house she had gotten from her parents when they had died the year prior. They had died in an car accident on their way back from visiting family out of town. It hadn't exactly been the best year for Mary, and now she had one less person in her life.<br/><br/>She had managed to get from behind the counter, heading outside into the hot summer heat, the bell tinkling mockingly behind her. She felt weak and sick, so she plopped down on the curb of the sidewalk, leaning over and resting her forehead on her knees while she hugged her legs close. She felt like her world was falling apart and the worst part about it was that Sarah couldn't even comfort her. She swallowed a few times, trying to get rid of the tight lump in her throat, but it didn't help.