"Thank you, sir." She followed the man inside, and wondered for a moment why he hadn't introduced himself. She glanced around the hallway, not quite sure of what she was seeing...
Her eyes went wide again. This was Mr Fisher? He didn't look quite as old as she'd pictured him. "Oh! Pleased to meet you, Mr. Fisher." She smiled, but his question had thrown her, and her expression was a bit shaky. Mum happened to be something she didn't talk about, but something in the way he said it suggested he knew Mum, though she wondered how well if he hadn't heard that bit of gossip...
"I can't say as I rightly know, Mr Fisher. I haven't heard from Mum in..." Mary paused to think back far enough and looked down at her shoes. "It must have been about eight years back. She and my stepfather Jon Darby- did you know him? Seems like everyone did. Local story is they took off to France one night- one trouble or another you know, but I never saw them again from this day to this." She shrugged, pushing the old tears back away, and looking back up at her prospective employer. "So you see, I haven't got no family to be worried about, nor anything like that."