September 18, 2006
Cartoon, adorably irrelevant were the qualifiers people used to describe Mary. Her large beautiful eyes lit up at any kind of remotely romantic and plain cheesy stories. They darkened when you mentioned her heart, her home on the dark continent. She had changed and was sufficiently aware of it to sometimes feel uncomfortable about that knowledge. When she entered the room, everybody could tell she was in love or in lust, or both, by the way she smiled larger, walked lighter. People would never admit that they loved listening to her irrelevant stories. So who is it this time Mary?