Molly took the opportunity to snatch up a few more bites of her stew while the family was whispering. She was honestly more interested in the food than in what was being said anyway. She’d been short on sleep these last few nights and hot – well, warm now – meals were infrequent and at odd hours. She took the mug and drank half its contents, wiping her mouth on the edge of her sleeve. It was cold and refreshing, and she’d need it to wake up. She had to wake up. She was working tonight, which was something she was looking forward too. The moment the patrons arrived, she’d be alert and fine. Staying up until then was the only challenge. Molly looked up at Abby, wondering if she should ask her to show her around.