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âGlad to have you all the same, love.â Molly said softly as she pulled Amelia into a tight hug. âHow are you doing? Weird thing to ask at a funeral I know, but Iâm at a loss for what else to do.â Molly admitted with a soft laugh. âSoâ I wish I was seeing you under better circumstances, but I still am glad to see you.â She rambled on.
It did take a tragedy, sometimes, to bring two people together. Amelia was realizing it more and more as she grew up. She was also realizing people didnât drift. They simply grew up. If those bonds were strong enough, theyâd be lifelong. âIâm out of school soon enough and now pestering you to let me babysit when need be.â Time and time again Amelia offered -- but this time was more sincere than the rest. She really did mean it. Growing up was tough enough and to do it with children? Willingly or not, what a tough gig. You can even say it changed her mind on Gideon Prewett, but she was not telling anybody that yet.















