Searching for Molly
So Tell Me?
“Ok, where do we start?” Joey asked with his bravest look.
“Why don’t you tell me more about Molly.” Aria gently replied.
“Molly was always full of life. You’d really like her. She’s two years younger than me, and we were always really close. She had a vivid imagination, and when we’d play up the woods she’d come up with the craziest stories for us to act out! Sometimes we’d be stranded on a desert island, other times we’d fight goblins, and some times we’d search for buried treasure. Her descriptions were always so real that sometimes she almost had me believing we’d found some treasure!
No matter what we played, I was always the strong one, protecting her. Molly usually chose the more dramatic roles like princess, gypsy, fairy, or anything she thought might be sound exciting. Our play resembled real life in that way. She, the imaginative and exotic; and I the older brother, down to earth but fiercely protective.
Not that Molly really needed that much protecting. We lived a simple life like I said, out on the edge of a small town, and our parents were always good to us. So our home life was good, but sometimes Molly got picked on at school. She was too different, her imagination too big, for our little town. That’s when I’d protect her. Didn’t get any many fist fights for her, I guess after the first couple I proved I was willing to stand up for her, and most of the time they didn’t think it was worth the busted lip.” Joey trailed off after that, a little lost in his memories.
Aria let him think for a bit and then prompted him, “Why did Molly come to the city for school?”
“We had a teacher in High School, Mrs. Dutsch, and she always thought Molly had real potential. She encouraged her to explore art and drama more, and then helped her get a scholarship to a university with a good arts program. It was perfect for her!”
“Why didn’t you go to school?” Aria asked, not knowing much about human schooling, and very curious.
“Aww…I didn’t really need any of that higher education stuff. There was never anything special about me like there was about Molly. I had myself a good job working at the local mechanic shop, and that was more than enough for me.”
“What’s a mechanic shop?”
“It’s where people take their cars to get fixed.”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved it!”
“Then why don’t you do that here in the city? Why take care of the church?”
“This job gave me more freedom. More time to search for Molly.”
To be continued...