Even though Rena didn’t seem upset, Molly felt she probably ought to explain herself better. Her voice was thoughtful, sleepy. She tilted her head and rested her chin against her knee as she spoke. “If it really had been a problem, I would be faster. I am sometimes – when it’s very busy. But I don’t think I could keep up with the pace you set.” Molly offered a small smile. She would have to be blind not to have seen how proficient Rena was at her job. She didn’t envy her – was content simply to have her position as serving maid. Molly’s aspirations never ran toward management. If she could have conversations and hear stories for the rest of her life, she’d be happy.
Eyes brightening a bit when Rena mentioned dancing, Molly observed, “You’re really good at dancing. I’ve seen you a couple of times. It makes me a little jealous, you know. I never learned how to dance. There was a severe shortage of available partners in Tide.” Mostly because Jaime said dancing was for girls. “And I was too shy to dance by myself.” Or too afraid of being labeled a ‘girl.’