[ The door quietly swings open, and in shuffles Mary, disheveled with bedhead and eyes red and teary. At least she has the decency to look apologetic. ]
S-sorry... I used to go to Elza, but--
[ He's not here anymore, and she bites her lip, shoulders hunched. ]
action;
S-sorry... I used to go to Elza, but--
[ He's not here anymore, and she bites her lip, shoulders hunched. ]