"Is Mary Ann O.K?" — "She's fine," she said evenly.
To kill the hours while she waited, Ann worked in the garden.
Molly had cringed when Ann started picking up the guitar.
He was still twitchy and we awaited Ann's return anxiously.
Mary Ann doesn't want to have children. Not right now, anyway.
Ann Bradley dispels the old wives' tales and gives the medical facts.
Ann's eyes followed a police car as it drove slowly past.
Mary Ann asked him how dinner had been. "The pits," he replied.
Molly looked at Ann inquisitively. "Where do you want to go?"
"I'll take the grilled tuna," Mary Ann told the waiter.
She was conscious of a troubled expression on Ann's face.
"I'm waiting for Mary Ann," she said, "in case you're wondering."
Ann threw back the covers and scrambled out of bed.
"Nice to meet you," said Michael. "Same here," said Mary Ann.
Did you get that joke, Ann? I'll explain later.