That’s the great thing about Molly: she knows I’m right about the things that get me in the gut. If I want to give a stranger $10,000 and she thinks they’re going to spend it on crack—just because I met that person in a crack den—I will defer to Molly. She’ll say something along the lines of, “Let’s sleep on that, and if you still feel that way in the morning, then we’ll do it and you’ll have my full support.” That means no.
