“No, I suppose it’s best you don’t try it.” Molly pretended she hadn’t been attempting to figure out a way to do it herself. Well, yes, there probably was some trick to it or everyone would be walking around breathing embers. Best not to try it then.
The festival sounded exciting. The crowds didn’t sound any fun at all, but Bridget was little so it was possible she was exaggerating. Maybe not. Bridget lived at the pub; she knew a crowd when she saw one. Molly wondered if there was anyone she could convince to go on an outing with her – that way she wouldn’t get lost.
Molly tried to sound happy for Bridget. “Oh, that’s wonderful. A day out with your dad must be lovely. He – he does spend an awful lot of time here at the pub doesn’t he?” Molly tried desperately not to think of the outings her little family had gone on. She pushed away the brief impression of a few bright summers and the sound of snapping sails.