The sight of those hoodlums down at the corner nibbled at her newfound sense of adventure. Boogie boarding was one thing. Boys up to no good were quite another. With a conscious effort to ignore them, she turned to her friend. “Saint Josephine.” “Andie, don’t.” “It’s true. I mean, I always thought you were a saint anyway because you’re a doctor, but volunteering in a place like this cinches it.” “Actually my wildest dream is to use that vacant space there to the left of the clinic and work mainly with women. Speaking of saints.” She leaned around Andie. “Char, hold on to Saint Molly before she heads down there to rescue those guys. I don’t think they’re in the mood.” Molly grinned. “Just let me go love on them. Love always disarms people.” Jo shook her head. “Disarms? Think guns, dear. Knives.” “Surely you exaggerate.” Andie gaped.“Molly!” she hissed. “Please!” Char clasped Molly’s shoulder.“Now, don’t you two worry. I’ve got her.”
