Molly O'Shea

Molly O'Shea

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Dutch and Molly's constant spats are something that everyone in camp has just gotten used to. They fight day, afternoon and night, unperterbed by their placement within the center of camp and the spectacle they are making of themselves. Dutch himself seems unperterbed by their fights, just continuing to distance himself from her.
  • had run with the gang long enough that she knew he was looking for his next mistress and from his comments to Mary-Beth as of late, she was a likely candidate. It both saddened and angered . Molly had no family here and she was not popular in camp — something that Miss O'Shea made no effort to remedy considering she did not participate in any chores the women undertook or any other task for that matter, but still, saw the tragedy in it all. Molly was young and dumb and in love. Underneath the haughty and defensive attitude, a woman who just wanted to be loved lurked and knew that Molly would not find it with Dutch no matter how hard the Irishwoman wished to believe she would. This was real life and not some fairytale spun in 15-cent romance novel.*
In some selfish way, wanted to snatch up Miss O'Shea and give her that fairytale she so desired. would treat her right, not like some nuisance who had overstayed her welcome like Dutch did. Molly was a woman who deserved the finest things in life and while Dutch did provide those things to her, his treatment of her was surely lacking. It was on one of those nights, the gang was celebrating a job gone right. Alcohol was flowing and spirits were high. Everyone except Molly. She sat pouting and primping herself in her and Dutch's tent — she looked fine, she had no reason to be looking at herself so intently in that pocket mirror but she did. Then the yelling started. Being used to it, the gang continued on, but looked over and saw Molly storming off toward the lake. stood to follow, wanting to make sure Molly was okay.