“Molly!” exclaimed her father, dropping his end of the box and rushing over to her. “Are you hurt?” “N-No, I don’t think… — Deborah G. Felder Copy Share Image
“Tell us what happened,” Anne said, putting her arm around her sister. So Molly told them all about her trip, from the… — Deborah G. Felder Copy Share Image
I loved Molly. Or at least I told myself I did. Or, if what I felt for her was not love, it… — Robert Charles Wilson Copy Share Image
“He took Molly’s small hand and pressed it between his big ones. “Thank you for riding here to warn me, niece,” he… — Deborah G. Felder Copy Share Image
The porpoises said hello to Molly. She told them all her teeth were green. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
