<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/>Mary's chin quivered some and she had to take a moment before she could speak again.<span style="color: #FF80BF"> "No..."</span>she finally answer, her voice wobbling,<span style="color: #FF80BF"> "No...he was the only one. She said she liked him enough, but she wanted ta wait ta get ta know him, ya know? She turned him down and he seemed fine with it. A bit disappointed, but fine,"</span>Mary explained, tears were already beginning to collect in the corner of her eyes, and then a droplet fell onto the counter, her head still in her hands. Another followed suit, and soon her shoulders were shaking.<span style="color: #FF80BF"> "I just don't understand this...why would anyone want ta hurt Sarah? She ain't never done anything wrong. She went ta church, volunteered, ran the food drives out here...it just...it just doesn't make any sense, Phil,"</span>Mary was crying, but she wasn't in a full sobs or panic quite yet.<br/><br/>It was the type of news that would likely hit her slow and hard. Earlier she had been frantic at the idea, and now that it was more or less what it was, she felt like it wasn't real.<span style="color: #FF80BF">"She was wearing that shirt I bought her for her birthday when she went missin'...that cute little white one with the pink hearts all over it. She had said it was ugly as sin, but I'll be damned if she didn't wear it damn near all the time..."</span>Mary said, a choked humorless laugh making its way out of her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80BF">"I think I should go home..." </span>she said suddenly and a bit distantly.<span style="color: #FF80BF"> "I am a mess. No customer is gonna wanna come in here ta this..."</span>