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Good Golly Molly Green
Exam was nervous. He never said it, but the cigarette trembling between his fingers gave him away.
Just the sight of him smoking cigarettes at all made Molly Green nervous. Over the two years she’d used him as an informant, she’d never once seen him abuse his body. Exam always lived as clean as anyone Molly had ever seen. He didn’t drink. Didn’t smoke cigarettes or even weed. He was as devoted a Black Lion as she’d ever met. He’d given his entire being over to the Revolution.
“What’s up, Good Golly?”
Exam tried to smile cool like he could handle anything the world had to give him. It didn’t work. Beads of sweat clung to the skin around the purple shades he wore inside the dimly lit tavern.
Other than a couple guys slumped over at the bar, Exam and Molly were the only ones in Calcutta’s, which made sense seeing as how it was only ten in the morning.
“You’re the one supposed to be telling me what’s up, remember?”
Molly didn’t like being rude. She liked Exam. More importantly, she respected him. Over years of being an investigative journalist, however, she’d learned to keep things as professional as possible. It was never good to allow emotions to get tangled up in a story.
Exam smiled. “You always keep it cool, Good Golly.”
