Molly laughed at Ginger’s response about fathers. She deserved that didn’t she? She smiled to have found someone who didn’t mind saying what was on her mind. “I guess that’s true!”
“Zachary? Of course I know him. He’s the cook there and a fine baker as well. I wait tables at Madison’s, so I do see him every once in a while.” Realizing she hadn’t properly introduced herself, she held out her hand. “I’m Molly.”