There were still a lot of unanswered questions Molly had about the people at the pub. She’d gathered that Rena’d been there for a while but hadn’t suspected it had been ten years. Figuring this was not the time for those questions, Molly tried to stick to a safe response. “Thomas does seem to take people in, doesn’t he? But I’m glad he does. I don’t know where I’d have gone if I didn’t get this job.” Home probably, but backtracking wouldn’t have been easy. There were a few places she would have had to avoid.
Molly nodded an acceptance at Rena’s expression of gratitude. It was more comfortable than acknowledging it aloud. The woman lit up when she talked about dancing – the same way she did when she was dancing. Molly hated to interrupt that, but a response seemed necessary. “I love music, but,” Molly shook her head, “I don’t know. I don’t really know many people here. Besides, they’d already know the steps. We’d be unevenly matched and I wouldn’t want to do that to anybody. It does look fun though.”