predicts Molly

I glanced around the quiet house on my way to the phone and frowned. "Where is everyone?"
"Charity took them elsewhere for a few days," Michael said. "There won't be school in this mess, anyway."
I grunted. "Where's Molly?"
Michael paused and then shook his head. "I'm not sure. I don't think she went with them."
I thought about it for a moment and thought I knew where she'd be. I nodded around the kitchen. "How do you keep things running around here with Molly under the roof? I figured things would be breaking down left and right."

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Thomas nodded and headed for the door.
I reached into the trash can by the door, took out an empty motor oil can, and tossed it into the least cluttered corner of the workshop. It bounced off something in midair, and Molly let out a soft yelp, appearing there a moment later, rubbing a hand to her hip.
"Where'd she come from?" Thomas demanded crossly.
"What did I miss?" Molly demanded, her tone faintly offended. "I had all the senses covered. Even Thomas didn't know I was there."
"You didn't miss anything," I said. "I just know how you think, grasshopper. If I can't make you stay where it's safe, I might as well keep you where I can see you. Maybe you'll even be useful. You're with us."
Molly's eyes gleamed. "Excellent," she said, and hurried over to join me.

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