Charity narrows her eyes. "How many years have you been drinking it?" she asks after a long silence. That isn't a yes. Not yet. She does know she'd be sentencing Callie to headaches on top of everything else if she's already heavily dependent, though.
And unless Molly's on a health kick, there's hardly any chance of her refusing to sneak some in anyway.
"I was fourteen when I started drinking it? I fell out of the world on a Friday, wandered for I don't know how long, came back and it was Wednesday." She was lost on the wrong side of California waiting for the system to pick her up and take her home as a runaway. Again.
And it wasn't her fault. Again.
And the only place open wouldn't let her stick around unless she ordered something. It was cold, and she was exhausted, and coffee was clearly the answer.
And yes, Callie did notice how that wasn't a yes. She was sure in some happy normal family coffee was not a needed substance to get through the day. Especially when the day lasts nearly a week.
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And unless Molly's on a health kick, there's hardly any chance of her refusing to sneak some in anyway.
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And it wasn't her fault. Again.
And the only place open wouldn't let her stick around unless she ordered something. It was cold, and she was exhausted, and coffee was clearly the answer.
And yes, Callie did notice how that wasn't a yes. She was sure in some happy normal family coffee was not a needed substance to get through the day. Especially when the day lasts nearly a week.