Molly knocked on Brenna's door the next morning, then opened it. “Hey, sleepyhead, you usually have to wake me up. It’s eleven o’clock already.”
Brenna rolled over and rubbed her eyes. “Geez, I have a headache.” Then remembering, “Oh Molly, I had the worst dream...”
“I bet. You look like hell. I made coffee, come eat something.”
Brenna told Molly her dream as they ate eggs and toast and drank Molly's strong coffee.
“Bren, I hope you get over these dreams here. And triplets, damn! No thanks!”
Brenna laughed, feeling better after eating a good breakfast and sharing her night terrors.
Later that evening, Brenna saw Molly off, her back seat full of roses and lilacs, with orders to hug everyone in the NICU. She smiled and waved, but as the car drove out of her sight, her eyes misted over. Olivia walked up and gently pawed at her leg. “We had fun, didn’t we, honey? I believe you’ll miss her too.” Remembering her dream of the night before, she thought whatever would I do if something happened to Molly, never mind her children? She considered Molly her main family. Well, she'd just have to believe Molly would stay well; she'd had a charmed life up to this point.
The other cats maowed indignantly, having felt rather neglected this weekend. “Oh, you sillies. Here, have some treats.” They tried to accept them with a modicum of dignity and swallow them whole at the same time. Now that Molly had left, Brenna felt lonelier than before she had arrived. Oh, well, she thought, time to pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Tomorrow I'll start my first wallpaper project.