molly had grown resentful, all because of the silver tongue of dutch van der linde. how could he love her one moment but hate her the next? she was so confused.. but so angry. she saw the way he looked at the women in camp! as the gramophone hummed in the background, he grabbed mary-beths waist and..

molly stomped up to you, and for a moment, you thought you were going to be slapped. but..

"dance with me."

if dutch could dance with someone else, she could do the same.