Molly Skelton lives with her family on Burr Oak Road, her house is pale green and she grows Sunflowers in her side yard and she tries to grow roses along the walkway to her front door, but for some reason they always die just before they bloom.

For her own private reasons, Molly enjoys walking on the dead dried rose petals. With each step she grinds them into the walkway and then she  reaches her front door scrapes them off on her welcome mat.

Molly has a dog, two cats and a husband named Frank and  a ten yeard old daughter named Dolly.

Her pets don’t have names.

Molly likes to bake on Saturdays and when she is in the kitchen, Dolly shows up and sits at the kitchen table.

Dolly likes to watch her Mother pour  and chop and grind her ingredients with her usal smooth icy effiency. She likes to watch her measure and  and mix and roll her pastry and when Molly is done she has a looks grim- so grim Dolly is left to sometimes  wonder if the cookies or the cakes or the breads are going to taste good.

Molly takes her baking very seriously.

” What are you baking today?” Dolly asked.

” I’m making gingerbread men. ”

Dolly got up  from her chair and went to where her Mother was standing. She leaned over the bowl. She put her face next to it.

She sniffed and backed up. ” It doesn’t smell very good. ”

” Oh and how does it smell to you Miss? ”

” It smells like Dad’s coffee can with the nails in it. ”

Molly shook her head- her daughter and her Mount Everest sized  over statements.  “That’s a pretty fancy way of saying you think my gingerbread men stink. ”

” Honest Mom. Usually your gingerbread smells so good- but- ” Dolly slid the bowl towards her Mother.

Molly leaned over and sniffed. She picked the bowl up and tipped it towards the window. She shook her head and set it down. Then she dipped her finger into the batter and when she lifted it, her finger was covered with red and pink goo.

She took a sniff and a taste.

” Oh look at that. I forgot to put the ginger in. ”

Dolly went back around the table  and took her seat. She rested her chin on her folded hands and said with encouragement:

” Good thing you remembered to put the men in Mom, otherwise we’d just be eating plain old sugar cookies.”

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