“You’re welcome – whatever I can do to help. I-I’m not certain.” Abby’s logic seemed a bit backwards, but Molly was willing to concede the point. “If you feel that’s right, that’s what we’ll do.”
Molly nodded when Abby suggested they keep their eyes open while making their way back to the pub. That eased her conscience. Abby wasn’t feeling well, but that wasn’t surprising under the circumstances. She only wished there was something she could do to help. Molly ran a hand over her eyes, and admitted, “Food would probably be a good thing – for both of us then. I got distracted by the patrons,” was that really only earlier this evening? It felt like ages had passed. “so I haven’t eaten since before noon.” Molly decided it wouldn’t hurt anything if she prattled on just a little. She desperately needed the reminder of something normal. Even under the best circumstances – which these weren’t – darkened streets unnerved her. “At home my dad would have to remind me to take a break and eat. He used to tease me all the time, saying that I’d find any excuse to stay at the pub and feed people. He was probably right, you know.” Chilled and worried, Molly wrapped an arm around herself. She continued to look around, hoping to find a trace of her employer and his little girl.