Right. She didn’t mean to be overly worried. But trusting her with a few dishes was far different than trusting Molly with his daughter. Molly just wasn’t that familiar with conventional families and didn’t want to step on any toes. She firmly tapped down a sudden overwhelming sense of isolation, telling herself that those feelings were lies. She had her family; what more could she possibly ask for?
A whole month? She hadn’t actually been counting. Yes, she supposed it had been. Odd – it hadn’t felt that long. And Thomas said he trusted her. Molly really didn’t know what to do with that. Her mind warred back and forth between thanking him and telling him he shouldn’t. How could he possibly know if she were trustworthy or not? She’d met plenty of people who would have answered conclusively in the negative – if only because of her upbringing. Nodding slowly, as she did when she was thinking, Molly mused, “I hadn’t realized it’d been quite that long.” She paused and then added, “I appreciate your trust – and the job. It means a lot to me to get to work here.” The words were wholly insufficient to describe Molly’s gratitude, but at least they were true.
This time, she stayed solemn when she looked at Bridget. She didn’t know what to add to what Thomas said, so she merely nodded again.