"You should've seen her, Molly. She was like one possessed."
"She often is." Molly's dry voice settled me.
She had a grip on my chin and tilted my head to examine my eye.
I think, once again, they had nearly carried me inside.
I wanted to smile. Molly was heavier, but she
was shorter than Adonie as Adonie was me.
"She's here. On a stool. She's all right."
"What else." Olive could survive disasters
like no one else I'd ever encountered.
Even the ones she initiated.
"I never saw anyone explode like that.
It was totally silent, without restraint, and effective."
Adonie's voice went rough,
and she leaned against the table.
Molly glanced at her. "You'd better sit down."
Instead she went to stand behind Olive
and began to massage her boney little shoulders rhythmically.
Olive didn't move.
She continued to watch Molly's activities intently.