Mary was still for a moment, then retied the sash with careful movements before she turned around. "No." She didn't look at Harry as she sat back down, curling up in the same position she'd been before, but her eyes stayed locked on the book cases behind her brother. "That was Jon's game. O's win, you get another chance; crosses win..." She shrugged. "Slater stopped it. He came when--" but there were lines she wouldn't cross there and her voice quavered. She shook her head and pushed those particular things back in the box they should stay in. "No more Jon."
Mary drew a deep breath. "I was twelve then. No family, no money, nowhere to go... Slater let me stay at his place. He said I wasn't to be one of his girls and he never touched me. He made sure I was safe." She risked a glance at her brother, and wondered if he'd understand that, or be mad at her for saying it.