“Why is it we have so much more sense when we’re young? What is it about getting older that makes us forget everything that really matters, do you think? And so you know, just because someone’s left doesn’t mean they’re having more fun. I mean, I hope your brother is, but – well – traveling’s got its own set of problems.” Narrowing her eyes in thought, Molly added, “I actually don’t think I’m welcome in Lennoxtown anymore.” Well, at least at one of the pubs there. How was she supposed to know he was the proprietor’s son?