"We cannot sit idly by and allow these 'people' to contaminate . . . ."
Molly excused herself to put the kettle on in her recently grandbaby-proofed kitchen. Everything in its place, and all of it, so cheerful.
"It's up to our lot to . . . ."
Breathing deeply, she found her emergency blend.
"—Named took things too far, but . . . ."
With shaking hands, she measured out the leaves. My baby girl's family is going to be safe.
"How can you say tha—"
"What a beautiful tray!
"Thank you, Minister," Molly replied, catching Arthur's eye.
His gaze was questioning, and hers, firm. She turned to their guest.