Molly was a bit flustered when Abby approached. With the new…developments…Molly wasn’t at all certain how she was supposed to address the lady. The whole situation had shaken her badly; she didn’t know her place any more – not that she ever had. And, well, Molly wasn’t good with mothers. They never seemed to like her.
Abby was standing. Did that mean she should stand too? She pushed her seat back but then thought better of it. For the next several hours, she would be on her feet. It would be better if Abby sat down. Didn’t – wasn’t she supposed to avoid being on her feet too long? Molly wasn’t at all certain, but felt confident enough in offering Abby a chair.
“Hi Abby. I’ve time for anything you want to talk about.” Oh. God. Abby said it wasn’t anything bad. But no one ever said that unless it was. That was the sort of thing you said before really, really awful news. Thoughts racing, Molly offered, “We can talk here, if you’d like to sit. Or if it would be better somewhere private we could go…” Molly faltered. There wasn’t actually any place private around here.