A few years earlier, Emily had locked herself in her bedroom after a particularly nasty fight with her mother and refused to open it that whole day. Xxnx “What’s his name again?”
“Brian Hartwell.”
Dave nodded. “Molly, before your Uncle gives you anymore of that stuff, I want you to call whoever you’re inviting tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mom,” Molly said. Dave sat there for another minute thinking about what he had learned from Emily and wondering what had happened between Meg and Hayley. She’s proud of it. Jenn just nodded. When Dave came home from work that night, he had gone to the room, told Emily to open the door or else. “Any idea what’s going on with them?”
“No, Daddy. Apparently, she wants more.”
“Molly,” Jenn said and dragged her daughter to the couch where they both sat down. “Thank you, David.” Olivia leaned over and kissed Dave’s cheek.
