Molly had never had a mother to do her mending, but she got the point. She let Ginger speak and didn’t interrupt when it was clear the girl was caught up in memories. Molly knew she’d been doing the same thing.
“Well, why is it the boys get to have all the fun?” Hoping it wasn’t too terribly presumptuous of her, Molly decided to extend an offer. “Sometime, one of these mornings, would you like to go and not be so grown up for a while? We could take a picnic down to the lake or – I don’t know – go buy some sweets? Something we used to do when we were kids and knew better?” She’d only just met Ginger, but she really liked talking to her. The etiquette for forming making new acquaintances escaped Molly. She only knew that she’d like the chance to talk to her more.