16For Molly, it was strange to have a Saturday morning in June with no changeovers. The Russians, Nancy and Emily, and Wesley Addison were all staying over, so Constance came over for only about an hour to empty trashcans, change sheets, give the bathrooms a quick cleaning, and that was it.
“How’s the wedding planning going?” she asked Molly on her way out the door.
“I don’t know! Frances has been working under a deadline for the last week and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her. I guess it’s still on? But I haven’t lifted a finger with the planning yet.”
“I know you love a mad scramble more than anything on earth,” said Constance over her shoulder as she wobbled down the driveway on her bike with Bobo running alongside.
Do I? Molly thought, turning to go back outside. Maybe just a lit
