The clock struck midnight. And Mollie Giraud didn't quite realize that she was awake.
She was not going to be up for several more hours on a normal day. But here she was, stirring and getting out of bed like something in her brain compelled her to.
Without clothes on, as was usually the case when she slept, she fumbled her way toward the door in the darkness. When she opened it, she saw someone there.
"...M...Miss Sarah?" She was wearing only a pink lingerie set, her hair a bedheaded mess.
Sarah didn't respond. Mollie waved a hand in front of her face. Nothing. Was she sleepwalking? Wasn't it dangerous to wake someone who sleepwalked? Sarah walked into the room and quickly shed her lingerie on the ground. Mollie backed up. This could not end well, she decided.
"What are you doing?" she called out to Sarah at first. Was she going to have this disrespectful girl come onto her? What was going on? Mollie picked up the lingerie and laid it out neatly on the chair. Sarah moved to the bathroom and started going through Mollie's limited cosmetics. It was not a large bathroom—just a toilet, vanity, and a small shower. They couldn't have her sharing with the family. Mollie, baffled by the woman who wanted little to do with her over the last two years suddenly barging in, turned on the light.
