Irene found her knees curled to breasts, eyes red with recently seized crying, without a word she sits next to her friend placing a hand upon her shoulder. Molly turns with a faint and thanking smile as the tears slowly start to fall again, in response Irene squeeze her shoulder hard.

"I didn't think it would be this hard. I mean it shouldn't! I had dated people before Rick, the dating concept isn't a difficult one. Hell thousands and thousands of teenagers do it around the world!"

"But honey not many of them were married six years before hitting the streets." Molly raises an eyebrow before an explosion of laughter escapes. "What?"

"Thanks for making me sound like a prostitute! Yeah maybe that's the way to do it, become a call girl and knock out this anvil sized headache."

"They do make good money."

"That they do." Molly sighs deeply the smile fades away again, "but nothing ever beats the love of your soul mate."

"No I suppose your right."