[The occasional drink was enough for her, never feeling the need to over indulge herself. She knew firsthand what alcohol could do to a person.

Abigail listens carefully to him as he speaks, allowing herself a few drinks before she places the glass down on the table.]

Well, she is a smart little thing. Perceptive. [She sighs.] I don't want her to be unhapppy. Ever.

[After a few moments she does look at Michael, noting how serious his expression was. He was rather good at being intense but maybe she needed that now.]

Easier than it sounds. I don't know where to look or start; this town is only so big and everyone seems to be settled in their own lives, they have a part to play. But I can't let my daughter down or myself either. I understand that.

[A brief smile.]

Maybe if I begin with something small, then see where it goes from there.