“It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ...Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.”
“Homburg Molly is my daughter, Homburg Molly is my daughter.”
“Molly wasn't hope then, of course, and i can't help hating her for not being there.”
“ I never could talk to my sister Molly, because she was loopy”
“- How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it's like holding a warm egg in my hand.”
“You and Teacher,” said Molly.“Yes,” said Peter. “She’s very clever. You’ll like her.”“I’m sure,” said Molly.”