When I spotted her, Molly and Julie were by her side with Molly holding hands with each.
Thankfully, Molly slept until we arrived, at a small cabin in a thickly wooded area.
He loved Molly and she thinks the world of him.
Martha asked if she'd like to hold the baby, thrilling Molly further.
Betsy looked resolved, Julie like a cow being led to slaughter and Molly smiling like a birthday girl.
She can't because Molly would miss school.
My wife came, attired in robe, pajamas and slippers, her arm around a half-asleep Molly bound up in a blanket like a butterfly's chrysalis.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
She has Molly with her.
Betsy agreed but suggested we wait until Molly finished her bath so she could speak with her mother first.