We'll Meet Again

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Jenna came back to the study with a fresh glass of wine for Molly. “Hey, what are you up to?” she asked.

Molly had moved to the sofa, where she had spread out all the photographs they had been going through earlier.

“Memory lane,” she replied, her words slurred. She took the glass and lifted it in a mock toast. “Lord, look at the four of us,” she said, tossing a photo on the coffee table in front of the sofa. “We were happy then… or at least, I thought so.”

Jenna smiled. “We were happy, Molly. The four of us made quite a showing for ourselves. It’s too bad it had to end.”

“Uh-huh.” Molly took a sip of wine and yawned. “My eyes are closing. Sorry…”

“The best thing in the world for you right now is to finish that wine and get a good, long sleep.”

“The four of us,” Molly said, her tone groggy. “I like to be with you, Jenna, but not with Cal.”

“You don’t like Cal, do you, Molly?”

“You don’t like him either. In fact I think you hate him. That’s why you and Gary…”

Molly was vaguely aware of the glass being taken from her hand, then of Jenna’s arm around her, of Jenna holding the glass to her lips, of Jenna whispering soothingly, “Swallow, Molly, just keep swallowing…”