#dated. june 1980

“Yer running for head girl, yeah?”

Florence was in a daze when the knock sounded on her office door. The thought made her bristle. She had an office— and she was in it. “Come in!” She called, her voice soft and unused so far that morning.

Molly had a rare childless afternoon. Arthur was a work. Bill and Charlie were with Molly’s mum and Molly had time to herself— except Molly wasn’t used to having time to herself. Ever. She was always surrounded by people in some capacity. She decided to use her ‘Molly Time’ to catch up with Alice. In her opinion it had been far too long. As they sat down with their tea, Molly smiled brightly at Alice. “With the hopes of not sounding desperate, tell me absolutely everything that’s been going on with you.”