Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly jumped in, "If you stay comfortable for too long, that's just another way of falling behind."

Coleen listened as her daughter kept going, "Everything's moving forward- technology, society, even beliefs. If we just stand still while everyone else is moving ahead, that's basically going backward. Mom, what feels safe now might not be so secure down the road."

"If we screw up this first step, it'll be almost impossible for our brand to make a splash in that market later on."

"So we absolutely can't mess up the first move," Molly insisted.

Coleen gave her a thoughtful look. "Alright then, you're in charge of this." Molly: "..."

Three days later, Molly headed back to her mom's place.

She was curled up in pajamas, legs crossed, holding an ice cream bar and venting to Mia, "I've got to go on this work trip. Mom wants me and a few of the company's old-timers to check out the market and help pick our direction."

She took a big bite of her ice cream and, looking at Mia slurping cold noodles late at night, sighed, "Mia, when do you think I'll finally get to retire?"

Mia finished her noodles, clutching a bowl almost bigger than her head, and took a long sip of the cold, refreshing broth.

I'm talking to you... Hey, save me some, I haven't even tasted it yet!" Molly protested, watching her friend polish

down, and

"You finished it already?"

bowl with her chopsticks. "There's a little left. Want

"Of course!"

hand. "Let me have a bite of your ice cream? I already finished mine, and my husband's

care about sharing

look. "I don't know... at least another ten, fifteen years?"

until Henry

his mom

"If I'd known, I would've had a baby with Chad earlier. I could've retired a year

with his dad, turned to look at his

thing called a 'child prodigy.' But

you could train

last bite of noodles, her chopsticks scraping the