Where was her scapular? What was the Green Peace poster? This wasn't Molly, Molly of the plaid uniform skirt. This Molly had the oversized, beer-stained college sweatshirt. This Molly, even unreflected, didn't look like the pictures. And there were photos like a mosaic on her wall. But when he stepped back, the image wasn't Molly of the 4th grade, of the retreats, of his imagination. It was this new Molly
  He pulled a snapshot from her mirror. The old, drinking night self portrait, when hold the camera at arm's length, with the other arm swung around a friend-for-life.