She set the wine glass down quickly and jammed her palms to her eyes before the tears could show. Mary turned her back to Bobby, intent on gaining her composure before she resumed their conversation. Her shoulders, however, gave a tell-tale shudder.
"I don't know what to do." It came out like a whisper, and she was glad even through her tears that it was Bobby here with her right now and not one of the boys...to have to see her like this.