Wilson and Mary talk for the rest of the day. They are both careful not to bring up the topic of their relationship. Wilson is doing his best to keep Mary's mind off of everything that has happened to her lately. She only cried twice so far. Both of them are sitting on the couch, watching T.V., when everyone arrives home from school.  Simon walks straight to the kitchen, Lucy upstairs, and Ruthie walks into the living room.

"No fair! You got to stay home all day with Wilson and watch T.V. while I had to go to school!"

"Ruthie, it wasn't like that. Mom and dad made me have a talk with them."

"Oh."

"And I'm still not feeling OK."

"Are you sick?"

"No. I feel fine, but my heart hurts."

"Why? Did Wilson do this to you?"

"No, he didn't. Remember what we talked about before?"

"Yeah."

"That's why my heart hurts."

"Ok. Well, I hope you feel better."

"Thanks Ruthie."

Ruthie walks out of the room, but turns around and walks back in. "You're not going to have a heart attack like Dad did, are you?"

"No, it's not that kind of pain. It's the kind of pain you'd have if, let's say, someone said they didn't like you. Get it?"

"Yeah. OK Bye."

"Wait, are you going upstairs?"

"Yup."

"Do me a favor and ask Lucy to come down here please."

"Sure."

"Thanks."

Ruthie runs up the stairs. Five minutes later, Lucy comes downstairs and walks into the living room.

"Did anyone ask about me at school?"

"Yeah, some girls from the basketball team. Don't worry though, I told them you were sick and didn't know when you were coming back to school."

"OK, thanks"

Lucy walks back upstairs and leaves Mary and Wilson alone. They finish watching the last 20 minutes of the television program and the doorbell rings. No one runs down to get it, so Mary gets up to answer it. She opens the door and is shocked to see Corey and Maggie, from her basketball team, at her doorstep.

"Mary, hi. We just came by to give you your homework and make sure you were OK. Lucy said you were sick and she didn't know when you were coming back to school."

Mary is in complete shock, but manages to squeeze out, "I-I'll be right back," and closes the door in their faces. She runs into the living room, and grabs Wilson's arm, pulling him to his feet.

"Who was at the door?"

"Two-two of my friends from school. What do I do? I can't tell them what happened; it will be all over school by first period tomorrow. Answer the door for me Wilson."

"OK."

Wilson walks to the front door and answers it. "Hi, I'm Mary's boyfriend, Wilson. Mary had to go upstairs because she started to feel sick again."

"I thought Mary was seeing that Robbie guy she met at community service. She hasn't talked about you in a while."

"Well, that's probably because we've been secretly seeing each other for about a month now."

"Oh, ok. Now how sick did you say Mary was, because she looked fine to me."

"Well, she wasn't. She saw the doctor today and he said that she probably has mono."

"Then why aren't you sick?"

"Because I had it already. I was really sick on Saturday."

"Oh. Um, here's Mary's homework. Could you give it to her for us?"

"Sure. Thanks for stopping by."

Wilson closes the door before they could say another word, and goes to find Mary. He checks the living room, but he is not there. He can hear her crying, and he looks around. He finally spots her, sitting at the top of the stairs. Her face is in her hands, and she is curled up like a ball. He walks up there and sits down next to her. He rubs her back, trying to comfort her. She looks up, at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Well, ah, did you like my story?"

She nods. "I would have laughed if I wasn't so upset."

"I know."

"What am I going to do now?"
"Nothing, wait. It's ok though. Even if they do know something's up, they don't know what, and I don't know how their going to find out."

"Believe me they'll find out."

"Can I say something without you getting mad?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Your right to think that people will talk, because they will. But you're just going to have to lighten up and get used to it. There's nothing you can do to change any of this. You can't go back and time and fix it; you're just going to have to live with it."

"I know that. But I don't want them talking about me, especially when I'm not even at school to defend myself."

"Lucy's there."

"Yeah. But what I'm really afraid of, is that this will get all around school by the time I get back, and people will look at me differently, like they'll stare through me, instead of at me. Lucy did that to me after I first told her. It made me feel so powerless and ashamed."

"Well, people should look at you differently, because you are different. You've changed so much in the past 3 days. You've gotten tougher, and more self-reliant. You've learned so much, and you've grown a lot as a person. Everything will work out fine in the end. Everything happens for a reason."

"Oh yeah? So why did I get raped?"

"Uh…for a reason."

Mary looks up at him and rolls her eyes. He smiles at her, and she smiles back. Annie comes up the stairs, and stops when he sees Mary and Wilson. Mary doesn't see her, but Wilson does. Annie mouths "Is she OK?" to Wilson. He nods.

"Ahem. Mary, I made an appointment for you. Its for Wednesday at 3 o' clock, ok?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Dinner will be in about an hour."

"OK, thanks Mrs. Camden." Wilson answers.

The smells of dinner fill the air. Everyone goes downstairs to eat. They sit around the table and talk about their day.

"I got an A on my history test." Simon tells his family.

"Good job. I knew the extra studying would help." His father congratulates him.

"Oh yeah? Well I get A's on all my tests." Ruthie says.

"Ok, that's enough." Annie cuts in, trying to avoid a sibling quarrel.

"How was your day Lucy?" Mrs. Camden asks.

"Oh, same ol' same ol'."

"Do you have a lot of homework tonight?"

"Kind of. I did some of it already, though."

"Oh, ok."

"So Mary, what did you and Wilson do all day?" Simon asks, curios about what he missed while he was at school.

"Um…we talked and watched T.V., no big deal."

"Yeah sure it wasn't." Simon makes a kissing face at Mary, and she turns towards Wilson. She smiles, and he smiles back.

"That's enough, Simon." Eric says.

Everyone finishes their dinner, and scurries off to their own corners of the house. Mary and Wilson go up to her room, and don't pay any mind to the fact that Lucy is there.

"Today was fun Wilson."

"Yeah, it was. I forgot how much I like spending time with you."
            "So, um, we're OK? Everything's fine?"

"Everything's alright with me."

"OK, me too."

"Are you OK? You don't seem right."

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about going to the doctor, err Hank. It's kind of creeping me out."

"Its ok, he's a professional."

"I know, but I still don't want to go. I don't have a good feeling about it. Not about him, but about going in general."

"I'm sure you're just nervous. It's going to be fine. Don't worry about it so much."

"Ok, I'll try."

"So, if everything's OK, I have to go."

"No, stay, please."

"I can't I have to go home to Billy."

"Ok."

Wilson gets up, and walks over to Mary. He kisses the top of her head, and grabs
her hand.

"Calm down. Stop worrying about everything. It'll all work out in the end."

Mary nods.

"Bye. Get some sleep tonight. I'll call you tomorrow after I get home from work, ok?"

"Yeah. I'll walk you out."

"No, that's ok. I think I know the way."

He lets go of her hand and walks out the door. Mary gets up and lies down on her bed. Se smiles and tries to think happy thoughts, but is interrupted by Lucy.

"What was that all about?"

"What?"

"The look on your faces. What exactly did you guys do today?"

"I told everybody already. We talked and watched T.V."

"Talked about what?"

"Stuff. Its none of your business."

"OK, sorry. So what was that about Uncle Hank?"

"Oh, he's going to be my doctor."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, except that it's freaky. Wilson said that I should use him, though, because he'll take care of me. I don't really want to, but Mom already made an appointment for Wednesday."

"Oh, well good luck."

"Thanks. I'm really scared, Luce. Something doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean? Do you feel sick?"

"No, not like that, like I have a bad feeling about going. I don't think it has anything to do with Hank, though. I just, I don't know I can't really explain it."

"It's probably nothing. You'll be fine."

"I hope so."