Molly saw the blush. Oh, how sweet! She imagined her face had even looked like that once or twice. “Zachary’s a nice boy. I’m glad he’s got a good friend.” Because she was a little worried about him. Molly knew that he still hurt from losing his father. “You should come by the pub sometime soon. If we’re busy, you just let me know you’re there and I’ll tell him. I’m sure he’d be glad for a visit. Things have…been a little crazy there lately.”