Mary Pat took the easy chair across from the desk.

Mary Pat left the office with a special spring in her step.

Mary Pat asked, not turning to the last page, where it would be printed up.

Mary Pat followed him out, but took a different turn.

Mary Pat is on her way down to my office now.

Mary Pat still wasn't available, and her husband picked up.

Mary Pat was the one who recognized the ignorance in my eyes.

Mary Pat would love it here, he was sure now.

Mary Pat just liked the action a little too much.

Mary Pat saw her husband's face, and she knew how to read his mind.