Not Just Any Kind of Love
Mary Lou Hague was a West Virginia girl who had come to New York three years ago and loved it. Or maybe it should be said that she loved it. Because, as her friend and onetime sorority sister Heather Fain remembers, when Ms. Hague, 26, loved something, she loved it big. She loved Michael Jackson, and spent $1,500 to see him the last weekend of her life. She loved 1980's music. She loved Twizzlers. "She had given them up for Lent, I guess two Easters ago, and we went to church, but she had a pound bag of Twizzlers in her bag to take out as soon as we got out," Ms. Fain said. "I took one, and took a bite and threw it away. She was, `What did you just do?' "
With her shoulder-length hair and Miss America smile, she got her share of attention. There was a little romance, on New Year's Eve 2000, with a scuba diving instructor at Club Med Martinique, but Ms. Hague, who lived near Gracie Mansion with a roommate, was thinking that she would like to meet a Southern guy, move back home to Parkersburg, W. Va., and have a dog. She worked as a financial analyst at Keefe Bruyette & Woods, on the 89th floor of the second tower to be hit. Her entire floor, according to Ms. Hague's mother, Liza Adams, was wiped out. Better to remember Ms. Hague doing what her friends called her happy dance, waving her arms in the air and, the minute she heard the music, hollering, "Woo-hooo!"
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on September 28, 2001.