Molly's Narrow: A Narrative Fiction

George: George is a small and quick man from Soledad, California, a modest town south of San Jose and west of Fresno. He jumps from ranch to ranch, working odd jobs in hopes of one day owning a few acres of his own. He has taken care of Lennie since he was fairly young; there aren’t “many guys who travel around together.” He cares for Lennie deeply and is quite devoted, and through everything that Lennie has done

“Perhaps the two of you would like to share with the rest of us what is so amusing? Kyra, how has your drinking been?” Kyra broke her gaze away from the new guy and made eye contact with the little lady in charge.

His eyes immediately narrowed, and he stopped chuckling. “How you be knowin’ my name now?” he said with his deep

Although George traveled with Lennie throughout his life he is not able to call him a friend more than a child. Due to mental disabilities and the death of his Aunt Clara, George has taken the role of caregiver towards Lennie because he knows

He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”

He stopped laughing, but still smiled. “She is, but you being angry is hilarious,” he said.

Mikey scoffed. " You're like, flirting with this not unattractive waitress and you expect me to just be FINE with it? "

“Oh come on, you’ll be living here. Also, what do you do for a living?” He changed the topic. He had always been into girls who made money. He wasn’t much for personality, I guess.

"Lady problems, sir," I whispered. I leaned in conspiratorially and he gave me an odd smirk, one that called bullshit. "It's that time of the month."

“So Lunchboy, have you ever had a partner?” I ask mischievously. His eyes widened, then he smirked real big.

"No, that's not what I meant. Let’s just forget it. I haven't talked to you in like a week. How are you?" Addison wishes he would just focus on the joke rather than point the conversation in a direction totally opposite than the one she wanted.

“Annabeth, you can call her mother, it’s more respectful. You’re going to have to get used to it, she’s not planning on leaving anytime soon.”, Mary explained.

“Go on Jessica.” the teacher said never using my nickname and mistaking my silence for awe of the Royal Family.

Sensei snatches the drink out of his hands, “So what, that doesn’t mean I’m a kid. Come on, don’t you have something to say to your dressed up daughter?”

“Oh come on Liam, I am only joking around with you, can’t you just play along with it?” asked Lucy while trying not to laugh.