“SLEEP OVER!” Molly squealed, throwing her arms around the Indian for another Mollly-version of a bear hug. (Which made her think of Matt automatically; he gave the world’s best bear hugs, while Mohinder gave the world’s best cuddles. One without the other seemed wrong.) Molly didn’t let go, especially on her growing up comment. “I only grew a few inches!” She exclaimed. Any other time she’d feel really proud, really grown up, but given the fact she just now had the chance to resume her role as his little girl, Molly wanted to stay that way.
Tatta gave a toothless grin, his face beaming too. “She’ll be a beautiful young woman someday. That’s why she isn’t dating until she’s married.”
Molly gave her best-friend for the past five-or-six months a good natured eye roll; why males in the lives of little girls had to be so protective, she didn’t know. But all annoyances were pushed to the side when he pulled out a cell phone and handed it to her. She squealed not only for what the background meant—she was coming home, finally!—but that it was…well, a cell phone, and she would be the only girl in third grade to have one! Which automatically meant Molly would give Mohinder another bear hug accompanied by a quick peck on the cheek. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”
Mrs. Surehs, however, gave an eye roll: “A cell phone, Mohinder? She isn’t even ten yet!”