CHAPTERXLIIICYNTHIA’SCONFESSION
’YousaidImightcome，’saidMolly，’andthatyouwouldtellmeall。’
’Youknowall，Ithink，’saidCynthiaheavily。’Perhapsyoudon’tknowwhatexcusesIhave，butatanyrateyouknowwhatascrapeIamin。’
’I’vebeenthinkingagreatdeal，’saidMollytimidlyanddoubtfully。
’AndIcan’thelpfancyingifyoutoldpapa——’