"I'm not going anywhere," Mary said, annoyed at how pathetic he was lying there, annoyed because it was exactly how she usually looked, how she'd look in a few days. This year was easier and she didn't know why, but that didn't make it easy. She just knew that, for some reason, the world was giving her a brief moment to just feel awful instead of soul destroyed. It was coming though, that much was also clear. "I'm sitting right here on your fuckin' coffee table."