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Michael A. Durney 

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The Adventures of Mary Winston
Mary Winston is a middle aged lawyer working for Templeton & Moore. Busy with her legal duties, she spends little time relaxing, living life dispassionately and responsibly.  George, her husband of only a year, attempts to help Mary relax at their get-a-way cottage in upstate NY. He prompts her to allow her inner-child to be released and to sleep and dream playfully. He is even more successful than he had hoped when Mary dreams deeply and falls hopelessly into her fantasy world of Leprechauns, Whispering Cats and Pirates and becomes detective extraordinaire, Mary Winston.

There are 3 episodes:
Mary Winston and The Council of Meriquay, 
Mary Winston and The Night of the Whispering Cat
Mary Winston and The Trouble With Pirates.

            “Milford, that was a delicious cup of coffee. Do you think you could get me another, this time with a bit more cream? Oh...and Milford old pal, bring me one of those scrumptious little creamy things you prepared yesterday. They were to die for.”
​            “What are you talking about?” Mary Winston said. “What a loon you are George!”
            Mary Winston looked at George with no appreciation for his silliness. George was always dreaming of the better life, and was particularly amused with Mary’s allergic reaction to his antics. 
            “When you wake up from your fetishes and rejoin us here in the adult world, please put Max out on the line, and bring in the paper. Really George, sometimes I just don’t know what to do with your childishness. You waft through life avoiding responsibility and...” George reached across the table and gently touched Mary’s lips with the tip of his index finger. He smiled teasingly. 
            “I’ll go see what’s taking Milford so long dear.” 
Mary Winston took a deep heavy sigh with half a smile. She shook her head while George left gingerly smiling to himself, delighted with the effects of his teasing. A few moments later, he arrived back in the room with two demitasse of freshly steaming coffee on a silver tray with a rose resting spryly in a thin crystal vase parked between the two cups. There was a scribbled note partially held by the edge of the vase. George put the items down and said to Mary, “Milford left this in the hallway. I’m sure he meant to deliver it in with the paper. I’ll go put Max out dear. Enjoy your coffee awhile.” Once again, he was delighted with his puckish torment. “And do try to relax dear, it is Saturday you know. You should put those papers down and take a proper rest.” 
      Mary watched George leave the room as she slowly took in another deep sigh.
      “You’ve been at that legal matter for hours since you awoke.” His voice began to trail off. “You must have climbed out of bed before the sun rose.”
            She could hear the door open and close. “Good,” she thought. “They must have gone out together. Maybe I can get some work done now.”
            She then reached for the suspicious note under the vase but hesitated a moment, smelling first the rose. There were still a few drops of dew lingering on the pedals. George must have snipped it from just outside the back door. Mary softened a little and picked up the note:
            ‘My dear Mary Winston, come fly with me sometime.’ It was signed, Peter Pan.
            She couldn’t help a smile. Mary brought the vase closer to her and breathed deeply the aromas around her—the roasted Colombian and the romantic essence of the rose—until she had reminded herself once again of why she loved George so very much despite his drift and his annoying imagination.