Molly the Radical but Righteous

There once was a woman named Molly.  She bathed twice a day and ate cookies with honey. She smelled of perfumes and ate beautiful late in the afternoon meals that she took in her second bath of the day. I liked her smile. I liked her smell, but I wondered why she ate in the bathtub.  It was really exciting to see what she looked like when she was younger, but that said, she did not look too bad today.  I visit Molly once a month and she gives me some cookies. But when she gives me a cookie, she puts vinegar on it instead of the honey that she likes so much.  I never hated the flavor as a cookie is inherently sweet and these were usually chocolate chip cookies, but Molly did not want to give me honey and I did not really feel I was in any position to ask her for such a loving gesture.  I admired Molly as she taught at a high school and she danced in the ballet.  She took pills for some ankle pain once a month and she stayed healthy.   She worked very hard and she was admired abroad.  It was never any trouble to communicate with Molly by mail or by phone, but I somehow never really had dinner with Molly or shared a meal or visited the inside of her home.  I missed seeing how she decorated her life and learning all the things that Molly held dear to her.  She actually had a collection of band aids that was known to all who met her in person.  Molly would put band aids on her glasses and walk around with a smile on her face.  It warmed your heart to see a woman of her caliber do something that was really funny like that.  I loved her poetic license to improve the world around me.  But who was Molly and why was she so funny and why was she so interesting.  I did not know.  One day I passed her sidewalk and I peered into her mailbox.  In the mailbox was a subscription to an Air and Space Magazine.  This was interesting. I had never known Molly to be a scientific type. She was the english teacher in the local school.  It was a complete surprise and I wondered if Molly in fact was designed for other purposes or if she was just a science buff that did not share her scientific acumen publically.  This actually distressed me because Molly was getting old and any person who was so into Science must clearly make contributions as a younger person.  I thought for days and weeks on this matter and finally wrote a letter to Molly asking her if she might join me at the Science Museum for a lunch date.  I was not happy that she wrote a letter to me asking me not to speak to her about science and that she was really not a scientific person and that her ideas are all about literature.  Ok that was fine by me, but I just never understood why Air and Space Magazines were in her mailbox addressed to her and were they ever read, where did she keep them, who subscribed her and what is the trouble she had with science anyhow?  A curiousity I will never ask her about again.  But that said, if you meet Molly, tell her you saw her skip a toe on the stage at the ballet and that she was really a star when you met her at the opera.  I saw her at the opera and actually I noted that she was reading a magazine on Air and Space while sitting in the opera box.  I wont ask and I wont laugh, but I think Molly really likes science :)