Glad

"Okay, thank you, Madam Dahlia." Lucille sat down in the chair, spooning the hot porridge into her mouth. Though she couldn't taste the food, it replenished her strength and appeased her rumbling stomach. Madam Dahlia kept her company. Seeing Lucille enjoying her meal made Madam Dahlia happy. Sighing, she said, "It's a shame Miss Molly went out. If she knew you were awake, she would certainly be happy." Molly went out? Lucille was taken aback. Her spoon clinked against the bowl, creating a crisp sound. "Madam Dahlia, you said that Molly left? Where did she go?" "I don't know. Miss Molly didn't say." Madam Dahlia shook her head and added after some thought, "Oh yes, Miss Molly left in her car." Lucille furrowed her brows. Molly could easily get lost on long trips, and she wasn't good at using GPS while driving. Whenever possible, Molly would avoid touching the steering wheel. Unless it was incredibly urgent, why would the directionally-challenged little girl venture out in the middle of