I used to love keighleys, I don't think a single inch of any of the glass in any of its Windows escaped my nose from being pressed up against the glass! I still have the Rubik's cube that was bought in that shop.
Mary was such a gentle soul. She would come and go, at one point you would see her around the cross most days and then she would disappear for weeks. I remember seeing her a couple of times when she was sober and she was really quiet and shy and had an almost child like innocence about her, then the next time you saw her, she would be drunk but again harmless. She just come across as a lost soul to her demons.
She would come in and buy sherry and I would often talk to her, she had a daughter but from what I could make out, her daughter was either taken away from her or her mum had her daughter, I guess on account to the way she was. I always got the impression it was her not having her daughter that made her how she was. Until the moment when I draw my last breath I will never forget the time when I saw her in the shop, clearly sad / desperate about something only she knew and she smiled as she cried and left the shop.
I never knew were she lived sadly. She may well have lived down near the shore. I just hope wherever she is today, she was able to make peace with her demons. Life's too short and precious to spend it fighting demons.