Outside, she lit up a cigarette. Her arms crossed over her stomach as she winced, now a bit pale. Molly cursed, sending out smoke signals with each syllable. Then she began glancing about as if suspecting she were being watched. The door to the bar opened again.
  "Molly."
  "Did he send you here?"
  "No, Molly, I met Barry just like randomly, and he's still hung up on you."
  "He better be," Molly exhaled a white jet towards a much-abused Pontiac.
  "Oh, shit, I'm screwing this up. Wait." Vanity took off her hat and reached for her phone.