"Here, let me call him for you-wait, he doesn't have a phone. Shit." Molly's pale face was a perfect sea foam. "Beer before liquor," she mumbled.
  Vanity grabbed her. "Don't go green on me, girl. Oh, forget the call. Listen, you've got to give him another chance."
  "Who?" Molly lurched a bit."
  "Barry."
  "Another chance!" And now, the highest decibels of Jones ire. "If you ever knew Barry, you'd know how ridiculous you sound! He's been such a whack job ever since we went off to school. He's tuned out."
  "That's because he feels like you're changing."
  "I better be! This is where you change." Her glare bore straight through the Dumpster that shielded Barry.