Her mind was definitely not on her work. Just give it up, Kels. "But he must have done something to make you cry." Molly tapped a pencil on the desk, a frown furrowing her forehead. Her cousin never was one to easily give up on a mystery. Kelsey blew out a deep sigh. It had been one week since Grams' party. One week since she'd danced with Pete. One week since she'd made a complete and utter fool of herself in front of God and everybody. It felt much longer than a week. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Quitting time. Thank goodness. "Give it a rest, Molly. I've told you over and over: It wasn't him; it was me. I obviously haven't worked through my grief for Chris. I know, I know. I'm trying. Really, I am. You of all people should understand how difficult it is to lose someone so close. I'm working on it. I thought dancing with Pete would shake things up, and boy, did it. But it backfired. And that's all I'm going to say about it." Molly stabbed the pencil into the ceramic rooster-shaped pencil holder and pushed back her chair.
