Molly squeezed Savannah's hand. Her tone was kind, voice soft even though there were few customers and they were too far to the side to be heard. "I know answers are not simplistic. There is no magic wand, and fairy godmothers are at a premium. But you are not stuck in aloness. You have at least one friend who will hold you up. You will have a daddy to do the same, because while he is distracted, being observant is his nature. I did not get away with permanent inking on my back for more than one hour upon my return home, even covered. My movement revealed too much. YOU haven't been in the Sean's sight much since tucked under his wing. But do not fear judgment. Fear the mother hen. He can be a terrible flappy bird protecting his chicks. Makes my bossy look like a pat on the back."
Molly looked at the waitress returning for orders. "Banana and half piece of toast." She insisted to Savannah. "Your tummy wouldn't likely take more at this moment anyway. But fuel is needed, and I am here to load the tank. Having someone there to bully you into health can't hurt."