<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://uncccareer.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/blog2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00"><br/>Mary-Ann Richard</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"We just finished up with your place. Don and I are heading towards Lea's right now. We're almost there, so I'm going to go. I'll keep you updated," </span>Mary-Ann replied and with that the two said their goodbyes as the car pulled up to Lea's. They parked discretely and Mary-Ann got out of the car, eying the apartment complex Lea lived in. It didn't look too terrible, but it wasn't the best of neighborhoods. Mary-Ann knew that from experience as her first few years in reporting didn't allow her to live anywhere else. She was glad that had changed, but a part of her felt bad for Lea--a very small part.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and looked over to Don,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"I guess I expected worse, but it's still not a great area, huh?"</span>She looked back up at the complex and wondered how Lea's place looked on the inside. Would it be like a typical addict's home? Or at least what people imagined when they thought of addicts? Or would it just be a disorganized, homey abode? Mary-Ann had a feeling that no matter what she saw, it wouldn't match up with Lea. Lea seemed out of sorts with anything and everything. Mary-Ann supposed that shouldn't be surprising, considering Lea's terrible luck and mental state. She let out a small sigh as her and Don made their way to Lea's place.<br/><br/>The stairs were annoying, that was for sure, but nothing Mary-Ann couldn't handle. She was athletic, after all, she just was also clumsy and stairs were her worst enemy. She was glad that she hadn't tripped, though...this time, anyway. When they got into the apartment, it looked like it had been abandon in the middle of a renovation. Paint supplies were everywhere, plastic covered everything, and yet it looked like the paint job had been finished.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Looks like they left in a hurry..." </span>Mary-Ann said conversationally, walking slowly around the apartment. It didn't seem like Lea was a messy person at all, even with the paint supplies considered.