Festival week had been fun but exceedingly busy. Molly had considered trying to plead for the last night off, but there were others who wanted it more – girls who had been established at the pub for longer. And, well, she didn’t want to brave the crowds alone anyway. Besides, there were patrons to see to and that kept her happy.
As the night wound down, Molly found she wasn’t as sad as she could have been that the fair was ending. Her feet were sore and she was slower at wiping down the tables than usual. Maybe she’d even sleep in tomorrow!
When Abby came into the pub, she looked up. She wasn’t great at reading people, but Abby definitely looked concerned about something. Molly wasn’t certain she could be of any help, but it was Abby and Molly was still grateful for how kind she had been when they first met. “Abby? Is something wrong?”