On a 7-9, find Mary's daughters...and their dad.

You drive over to Mary's double-wide mobile home, hoping to find her daughter -- or both of them! -- home from college.

As you walk up, you see a young woman with long, dark honey-blonde hair, puttering about on the porch with Mary's potted plants, pinching off dead leaves and pouring water from an old-fashioned watering can. She's wearing a college T-shirt, shorts, and sandals, and is taller than Mary, closer to your height. You recognize her from the picture on Mary's fridge as Mary's daughter Shasta.

"Hey Shas!" a voice calls from inside Mary's screen door. That must be Sarah. Sarah's a brunette, with more of her mom's figure and coloring. And shorter, Sarah looks to be her mom's height, from a picture of the three of them together, but with a round face, taking after her dad. Sarah calls through the door, "Dad says we're out of beer."

Shasta looks back at the door. "Mom's got the car, what does he want?"

The door opens. Sarah, as you thought. She's shorter and rounder than Shasta, very much like a college-girl edition of her mom, but with more of a moon face. A cute moon face. She's wearing a rather well-filled college T-shirt and shorts like her sister.

Sarah says, "I dunno, I thought you had a ton of old boyfriends on the jump. Can you get a ride to the store?"

Shasta shakes her head in disgust. "Nate. Still got his Harley. He's dating Carla and two-timing on her with her mother's trashy little sister. Kevin. Rolled his truck on a DUI. Lost his license. Stuck in a back brace. Lamar. In the Marines. Pete. In jail."

"Damn, sis," Sarah says. "I was so jealous of you, but whoa."

Shasta raises her arms high and looks up to the heavens. "I wish I'd listened to Mom."

Sarah made a face. "Didn't she tell you to steal Laura Bowman's boyfriend? That she didn't deserve him and you did?"

Shasta laughed. "Yeah. Laura and Clint got married a little after that. I just heard from Mom they got divorced. Hey, maybe I should call Clint."

Sarah notices you standing nearby. "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm Tom Jackson, my sister Taylor works with your mom," you say. Thinking fast, you lay on a little bullshit to explain your presence. "Taylor said I should drop by and see if your mom ended up with her work apron by mistake. I was hoping you might have showed up and could check the laundry."

Sarah gives Shasta a pair of raised eyebrows and mouths, Ride?

"I'll check," Sarah says. Ask him, she mouths at Shasta.