Molly felt giggly with Tess at the potluck. Yes, someone was retiring and it looked as if Tess was getting fulltime now. As it was she was hooking 30 hours a week, but now it would be 40.
Of course, old Miss Jane (as she liked to be called) who never married, mind you, didn't see why neither Molly nor Tess had married yet. She wanted them both to have children.
"Don't be a Freida." She looked at them ominious.
Molly looked at Tess who just cracked up laughing. They were about to try the Boston Cream Cake that a volunteer brought for the celebration.
"What do you mean?" Tess winced with a smile.
"She's running from something." Jane looked over her shoulder at the cold thirty-something year old who was keeping to herself.
Molly grabbed Tess' his hand, as if not to think about Dax. That was over. He hadn't shown his face in weeks now. And Tess seemed perfectly happy rooming with Puck these days.
"How do you know?" Only Jane could find these mysteries.
"You see her with her man?" Jane shot the question as she peaked over her dark rimmed glasses.
Molly shook her head.
"He's like Kevin Smith." Tess smiled. She had seen them, obviously.
"She treats him brutal." Jane took her slice of cake then.
Molly wondered what Jane would have thought of Sal. Things had been on the mend. She guessed. Honestly, she could never really be too sure with him. Wasn't like he was wanting to buy her an engagement ring. Maybe they were all right. She really should consider going out with that so-called Jake Gyllenhaal type at city who won the Safety award, but it just wouldn't be right. Sal was trying.
"She's not very nice to the patrons, or any of us." Tess agreed.
"Well, may we never become a Freida." Molly felt like toasting her diet canned soda then. Were things ever really normal at the library?