Friday, it dawned on me that I would probably not ever see Molly again. So after three Salems and literally crying in my beer, I was getting up from the steps when Larry and Jeannie pulled up to the curb. Larry was the first to reach me and, seeing me wiping my eyes, called back to Jeannie, “Hold on.”
“It’s all right, Lar,” I said, clearing my throat. “Hi, Jeannie,” I managed to croak. “I guess it’s over now, you know.” Turning to Larry, I spat, “Not even a f*****g phone call. I’m sorry, Jeannie.”
“She so much wanted to call,” Jeannie soothed, “but after her father cooled off, he said she had to go back and start school and that once she was back with ‘her people,’ she would put this ‘little summer fling’ behind her and get on with her life.”
“It seemed,” Jeannie continued, “the more Mo
