Floating, Molly held herself lightly suspended on the water. It meant arching her back slightly so that her head didn’t go under. But without the stones to toss back to Rena, she was free to do as she liked. “Oh yes,” said Molly, her carefree tone not at all matching the warning in her words. She felt like mocking this particular superstition. “Every deck upon which one dainty foot has ever stepped, is doomed to a watery grave.” She huffed a derisive laugh. “It just may take decades for vengeance is all. I’m still waiting for my da’s boat to sink. I’ve cursed it more times than I can count.”
Molly ran her fingers through the water, letting it gently play over her hands as she sent ripples outward. She smiled and closed her eyes, not wanting to let Rena know how, well,proud she was that the woman was able to take another step. Molly honestly didn’t think she could face her fears so lightly. What Rena did was no small