Bo sat in between Mary and Sue Anne, who were surrounded by the many stuffed toys and pillows she had strewn across the room. She liked soft things, it made her feel safe. Mary had the shotgun ready, safely held in her experienced hands. Tink had ducked under the bed, never really fond of the loud contraption.<br/><br/>Mary had closed the curtains to her room when they had come in earlier, not wishing for whoever was outside to see she was armed. She'd be damned if anyone was going to hurt her or Sue Anne, not in her house.<br/><br/>Mary gave a nod as Sue informed her of the state troopers. She knew they were likely being paranoid, but she also knew that no one would be mad--and if they were, well they could kiss her ass. She definitely knew she could not stay alone in the house for a while. Maybe she would call Michale to stay around, especially with Sue Anne's confession of smoking.<br/><br/>"What was it like growing up with Phil?" Mary asked distractedly, her eyes fixated on the door. She was trying to make them both feel better with conversation.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Clyde looked over as Lamar spoke. He was surprised by the man's sudden need to leave. He was usually a calm man, but his pale face and urgency made it seem as if he'd always been a nervous fellow.<br/><br/>He gave a small nod and looked back front. The Sheriff called a close to the meeting and the room exploded with noise. He could see the Sheriff motioning to a few troopers and then head out with them trailing behind. What was really going on in this town?