(advent) Sorry for the delay!

Bad Crohn’s evening.  Sorry, guys.

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“So wait a minute,” Sue Elder said, looking over at Molly. All three of the Terrible Trio had descended on the tea shop that afternoon, wanting to hear the story for themselves. The town was rife with rumors as to what had actually happened the previous afternoon, just as Molly had known it would be. Between the Road moving later that night, which half the town had felt (one of the hazards of being born in a CrossRoads town), and the Snow Queen showing up early and then dragging Molly off, the speculations were running faster than the snow melt in the spring rains. “She had one of the ornaments? How?”

“I assume she got it from Drew,” Molly said, scooping up a handful of cinnamon buttons from the bowl next to her. She began to press them into the frosting of the snowman cookies on the tray in front of her.

“Do you know what your problem is, Molly?” Lai asked impatiently, sneaking a few M&Ms from another one of the bowls. “You are too damn nice.”

“You’ve told me that before.” Molly put another button on a snowman. “Why does it continue to surprise you?”

“It doesn’t, it just irritates me,” Lai said. “Why didn’t you ask her what she needed him for?”

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