Molly brushed off her irritation at herself. Ginger didn’t seem to mind, so she wouldn’t let it continue to bother her. She’d just be better about it in the future.
“Actually, the town I grew up in was pretty small,” Molly looked away. “Too small.” Before she could become lost in thought, she continued, “But there was always something to do. There was swimming and the pub too, of course, and helping at the docks or even just watching for ships. My time seems a little empty without it.” Perhaps that was a little too personal, but she didn’t have a confident. And there was no Captain Vine around right now for commiseration.