Stale incense smell in the bedroom. Doesn’t seem to bother Molly though. Boylan coming to work on her show, she’ll be singing something from Don Giovanni with J.C. Doyle and some other sweet old song. Gathered up laundry to do. Her panties. Voglio e non vorrei socks, garters. Voglio is that right? Her clothes end up all tangled up together in the bed. Altogether smells like foul flowerwater. Warm, mingles with the fragrance of the tea.