Molly had prided herself on the fact she was a respectful, patient, and understanding. Even as a young child she'd go out of her way to be kind to the classmate being teased, she'd split her chocolate cupcake with the student who "forgot" their lunch. It was never pity or an attempt to get something for herself. It was simply love and understanding. Her grandmother taught her life is a triangle, side one love, side two understanding, and side three was respect. Each no more important than the next.
As she sat staring at the half dead flower, looking pathetic in the hotel glass and wonders if her ideals; if kindness have failed. The decent and kind thing would be to see Tad. Have dinner, a conversation if he was able to control his nerves. After all she was well aware how difficult that must have been for him to just ask. Unconventional and slightly embarrassing not factored in.
With a gentle smile to the empty room she traces the shape of a triangle on the cover, no side no more important than the next. She leans across the bed reaching for the phone, hitting the connection to the lobby.