‘A laughing stock,’ that’s what the people back in Dublin would think of Molly now.

She’s a rich-girl runaway who ran to America to be with a gang leader, just to find herself infatuated with a woman!

Molly is sat by one of the outside tables, she can’t even look at her lover, her gaze on you. You’re both girls, she shouldn’t want you—but you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

“Yer a right fool, Molly,” she murmurs to herself. “Wot’ would the folks think..?”