I was on my second cup of coffee halfway through the Sun-Times when the phone rang.
Sun-Times“Hello,” I said.
“Hi, Hon,” Molly answered. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“Naw, I’m on my second cup. What’s up?”
“Were you coming over today?”
“You couldn’t keep me away. Is something wrong?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here.”
“It’s ten o’clock. I’ll be there about twelve, okay?”
“Okay,” Molly said, then she hung up.
When I got there, Molly was outside, standing by the front entrance. As I walked up the sidewalk, she moved inside. I stepped inside and asked, “What’s wrong?”
She walked into my arms and whispered, “Just hold me,” she was shaking as we embraced.
“Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?”
“It’s not you,” Molly said against my chest. “It’s my parents.”
“What about th
