Mary's open suitcase lay prone on her bed, empty as the thoughts in her mind. He'd left three messages on her machine just that day alone. The light on the machine blinked incessantly, matching the pounding inside her chest. It was a situation she could no longer avoid dealing with. The phone rings could be ignored but soon she knew he'd be at her porch door. Then she'd finally have to let him know which way her decision swayed.
