After dinner that night, Mary was feeling pretty low. Spaghetti and meatballs was on of her most favorite meals, but she had no appetite whatsoever tonight. She really wanted tyo eat and enjoy the meal with her family, but she didn't have it in her. She only had enough strength to put up her everything-is-normal front for another night.

Mary excused herself from the dinner table earlier than she usually had been doing, having eaten only half of her plate's worth of food, and still no one said anything to her. When she went upstairs, she was beginning to think that her family was really stupid. All of the signals were definitely there- something was clearly wrong. Yet they picked up on nothing. Therefore, she concluded that either they didn't care, or they were really dumb. Both options weren't too appealing.

In her purse on the desk of her bedroom, Mary's cell phone began to ring- "Mary Had a Little Lamb." It startled her, and after seeing that the primitive Caller ID did not recognize the number, answered the call.

Evidently, Mary did indeed have a little lamb following her around, Wilson.

"Hi Mary," he said after she answered. "I hope you don't mind me calling, or anything, but you did say that I could call, and…"

"Did you want something?" she asked to counter his ramblings.

"Yes. I wanted to make sure that you were OK." Mary was silent for a while. She didn't want to lie to him and say that she was, but just the same she didn't want to admit that she wasn't either. Somehow, though, she knew that Wilson knew that without her having to say anything at all. Mary crossed her arm over her chest, having the feeling that he could see right though her. She felt as transparent as a piece of cellophane. "If you want me to do anything at all, just name it." Still, she didn't say anything, so he continued. "I feel like I need to be doing something for you. This must be so hard for you Mary."

"I know you mean well Wilson, but I don't need you to do anything for me and I especially don't nee you pity. I can handle myself just fine." Mary sighed heavily. She didn't know how to handle this, or anything for that matter.

"I'm sorry. I didn't-" he stopped and paused. "I know tomorrow is Sunday and everything, and you're probably tired, but would you want to go out to dinner tomorrow night? Just as friends of course."

"Just as friends?" she asked. He confirmed his nonsexual intentions and she smiled. "I'd like that." Her mood had certainly improved and he knew it. Wilson smiled, too; knowing that he made her happy made him happy. "Don't pick me up or anything, though. I'll meet you somewhere."

"OK," he said. Mary was more than thankful that he didn't ask any questions. "The Pool Hall at seven?"

"Great," Mary responded and hung up. At least she had something to look forward to, and someone who cared about her. She smiled to herself again in a sad way, knowing that tomorrow night's dinner would be very interesting at the least.

A/N: I know that this is really short, but I felt bad that I hadn't put up a chapter in a while so I gave you this. Next chapter- Mary and Wilson at the Pool Hall. I'm afraid it will be more dialogue. I'm really going to try for it to not be, but it's going to be hard to have an in-depth conversation without mostly dialogue. Oh well. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

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