Mary was the younger of the two Hooligan sisters. She was a misnomer at that. She was always shy and afraid to dance out in the courtyard. She'd sneak out of bed and watch Rosalie flirt with the boys. She watched. She learned. She waited.

Then she'd fall into her sad lonely bed and dream of lemon meringue pie.

She was tiny and blonde and not very pretty. She tried to don Rosalie's shadow as she barely had one of her own.

But her life clock was ticking, the hands moving fast, and Mary was worried she would never love more than her Super Amana Double Restaurant Style Range.