“And your head? Where’s your head at, Joe?” “Same place as it’s always been,” I replied. “With you.” “I believe in you.” The words hurt to hear and I flinched. “Molloy.” “I. Believe. In. You,” she repeated slowly. “I’m not expecting perfection from you, Joe. Hell, I don’t want it, because I’m definitely not perfect. So, all I need you to do is be honest, be faithful, and keep trying.”
