Dreadful Sorry

Oh, God, I’ve done it again! “I mean Jared.” Face flaming, Molly flapped a hand at them and took off at a run across the lawn in front of the school. She could feel Jared’s eyes watching her. She didn’t slow down till she reached Mill Road, then walked with her long-legged lope down the big hill to Route 21.

Molly didn’t notice her mother’s red sports car until her mother tooted the horn and pulled up to the curb. Molly looked up, startled. Her pale cheeks flushed as she approached the car.

“I left the office early today,” Jen told her daughter in greeting. “So I thought I’d wait at the school till your swim lesson ended and give