“All right,” Molly said, picking up the first-aid kit. She beckoned me to follow her to the kitchen. “Your turn. Off with the shirt.” “Not until you buy me dinner,” I said. For a second, she froze, and I wondered whether that had come out like the joke it had sounded like in my mind. Then she recovered. Molly arched her eyebrow in a look that was disturbingly like that of her mother (a woman around with whom a wise man will not mess) and folded her arms.
I like that their relationship is changing after the heaviness of Changes and Ghost Story. Way more flirty. Kinda hope they wind up together.
