Wednesday, October 2, 2019
I at first used to call her Mrs. Stanton, she corrected me of sorts and said I'm Molly. Call me Molly. She was always Molly to me. She made things easier for me, a 15 y.o. nervous, awkward, and somewhat shy teenager. Ringing the bell to go visit Mary Ellen I was hoping Mary Ellen answered. Not my luck. Molly answered the door and in a weird Peter Brady voice I crackled as I asked "Is MaryEllen here?" She just smiled and kept herself from laughing knowing I was petrified. I told her who I was and said hello Mrs.Stanton. I'm Molly, I'm Molly. She made me feel so much better so quickly.
The last time I talked to her it seemed that the rolls may have changed. She seemed nervous. I said to her In Maryellen's house in Marlton. I'm so glad to see you again you look wonderful. She seemed to blush, but I went into the story I just related to you. She said I remember, and now she seemed more relaxed. She asked me questions about my new home, and my kids. It was really good catching up with Molly and I did not forget to tell so. What a delightful lady! I'm crying right now thinking about you. Good piece of my life. Miss you Molly. I'm the skinny punk that took your Princess to the Cotillion. Love you. Miss you
Dan Joyce.
