As far as Gert was concerned, Molly didn’t need to apologize to her. Not that she was adverse to it, it simply wasn’t a necessity. She would be pleased if they could just skip that segment of the whole ordeal. Not that she even believed it could be that simple. She knew it couldn’t be that simple.
“No,” she said. “It doesn’t make me feel better. None of it makes me feel good.” She shuffled her weight slightly and looked down at the floor. “In the grand scheme of things, though, I would rather you just be mad at me. I doubt it’s possible to shift that sort of ill will from one person to another, but that would be my preference.”
Then she took another deep breath, took her glasses off, cleaned them on her shirt and replaced them. “I promise you that nothing was done on purpose.” She shrugged. “I know it doesn’t mean much to say it once the thing has already occurred, but I wanted to make it clear.”