"Well I'm glad to hear it." Glad to hear that the lessons had paid off. Glad that they both had enjoyed their time together. "I think he did it to protect us all, but... These things happen, they aren't predictable." Unless you could see the future, and unfortunately she couldn't. And the man that had been able to was now dead.
Her gaze shifted to Steve. "You're braver than I am. I can't say that I'd be able to sit here and not go crazy if it were Clint. Or if..." She couldn't even think about it being her son. Or his father. So she just shook off the thought all together. "I'd probably be doing things that I shouldn't right about now."
As her thumb brushed over the back of Steve's hand Maryanne's face jerked toward Lillian. "You will. If I've got to sell my soul again, you'll hear his voice again." Then there was the CB recordings. She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. "If you know your way around a computer you can get into the phone's records and find where he sang." Or when he first showed up.