I suggested we order from room service when she arrived. That left a chunk of the afternoon to work on the portrait and to place the promised call to Molly.I lifted the telephone tentatively and began dialing. “Danielle?” she answered with such amazement I was certain Samantha hadn’t told her I might call. “Samantha gave you my number?”“I hope you don’t mind. Molly, I would like to see you. Talk with you.”There was a long pause. “Do you really think that’s a good idea? We were so long ago.”“It’s a good idea for me. If it isn’t for you, then I won’t bother you again. After all, we shared a large portion of our early adulthood together. And I still have a lot of good memories. At least we can have a civil meeting and remember the past. The good times we shared. Catch up.” I waited out another moment of silence.“Danielle, I’m all caught up. You seem to know about my achievements and failures. There really isn’t much else to say.” Her voice softened.
