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*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋* Molly Hansson returned to her parents home in a small community called Memory Lane just on the outskirts of Manhattan. Her father, Nicolaus Hansson owns and runs a small shop called Hansson's Clocks and Repairs. He is considered to be a master at his craft, all his clocks are handmade, each one unique. Their home is above the shop, a modest two-bedroom apartment, consisting of a small kitchen, fair size living room. It was small but cozy. The community consisted of family run business, by people of foreign nationalities from all over the world. Germany, Sweden, Africa and various other places. It was by no means a wealthy community. Just honest, hard- working people trying to make a decent living and a better life for themselves and their families. Molly had just finished her fourth year at college, she graduated top of her class in business and finance. Molly had no idea how much her life was going to change over the next few weeks. She stood in front of her father's store. It was only mid-day and the shop was closed. Frowning she looked around and seeing all the shops were closed shivered, a cold chill raced through her body. The shops never closed unless there was a death in the community. Fearing the worst she used her key to open the door and dashed up the back steps that led upstairs to the apartment. Her mother and father were seated at the round kitchen table, holding hands and heads hung down, neither one had heard her come in. "Mom, dad what's wrong?" she cried out. They both looked up, surprised to see her standing there.

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Chapter 10 Who are you really
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SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND Chapter 1 kind, and gentle soul

*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋*

EPISODE➡️01

Molly Hansson returned to her parents home in a small

community called Memory Lane just on the outskirts of

Manhattan. Her father, Nicolaus Hansson owns and runs

a small shop called Hansson's Clocks and Repairs. He is

considered to be a master at his craft, all his clocks are

handmade, each one unique. Their home is above the

shop, a modest two-bedroom apartment, consisting of a

small kitchen, fair size living room. It was small but cozy.

The community consisted of family run business, by

people of foreign nationalities from all over the world.

Germany, Sweden, Africa and various other places. It was

by no means a wealthy community. Just honest, hard-

working people trying to make a decent living and a better

life for themselves and their families.

Molly had just finished her fourth year at college, she

graduated top of her class in business and finance. Molly

had no idea how much her life was going to change over

the next few weeks. She stood in front of her father's

store. It was only mid-day and the shop was closed.

Frowning she looked around and seeing all the shops

were closed shivered, a cold chill raced through her body.

The shops never closed unless there was a death in the

community.

Fearing the worst she used her key to open the door and

dashed up the back steps that led upstairs to the

apartment. Her mother and father were seated at the

round kitchen table, holding hands and heads hung down,

neither one had heard her come in.

"Mom, dad what's wrong?" she cried out.

They both looked up, surprised to see her standing there.

Anna, her mother was the first to speak. "Molly dear, we

thought you weren't coming home till tomorrow."

A small tremor went through her as she looked from her

mother to her father. "I wanted to surprise you so I caught

an earlier flight."

Anna stood, going over she drew Molly into a warm hug.

"And what a wonderful surprise it is. Your father and I

missed you. We're so glad that you're back sweetheart."

"Mom, dad, has someone died?" she asked, fearing the

answer.

Once again it was her mother who answered. "No dear,

but we do have some bad news, sit, I'll make you some

tea."

Molly loved her mother but it was always a chore getting

answers from her. So she went over to her father and

getting down on her knees in front of him, laying her hand

on his knee looked up into his eyes. She could see the

pain and sorrow in them, his eyes moist from the tears he

had shed before she had arrived home. "Dad, are you ok?

what has happened?"

Nicolaus was a sixty-nine-year-old man. He and his wife

Anna met and married in Sweden when they were only

sixteen. Times were hard back then, he wanted to give his

wife a better life so they packed their belongings. Leaving

their family and friends behind headed to America and

settled in Manhatten.

Nicolaus worked long, hard hours, sometimes up to

fifteen hours a day. He took whatever jobs he could find.

With a lot of hard work and determination, he was able to

save up enough money for a down payment on a shop

where he made clocks and also repaired them.

With help from his neighbours, they turned the upper top

of the shop into an apartment. They only had one child,

late in life. Anna was forty-six when she gave birth to

Molly.

Nicolaus and Anna devoted their lives to Molly and each

other. To this day the couple could be seen hugging and

kissing. They were more in love today than when they first

married.

Molly's father motioned for her to sit down, he laid the

palm of his hand gently on her cheek. "Honey, we are

losing our home and our business."

Molly looked at her father, she was in shock and didn't

understand. "Dad that's not possible. You pay your bills on

time and you've never missed a mortgage payment." She

knew all this since she is the one who does the

bookkeeping and helped make sure everything got paid.

That was the reason she took finance and business in

college, to help her father and the others who live in the

community.

"It's not that my child. It's not only us that are losing our

home, our business, it's the whole community."

Molly's eyebrows raised, the taste of bile rose up her

throat. "I still don't understand, what is going on?"

Again Nicolaus touched Molly's cheek in a loving caress.

"You just got home and I'm sorry you had to come back

to this. But I am so glad to have you home."

"Dad, you still haven't told me what's going on, I want to

know," she said, taking his hand in hers. She heard her

mother pulling out pots and pans to start supper. Molly

would have stopped her but she knew better than to try.

That was how her mother handled stressful situations, by

cooking and baking.

As soon as she entered the smell of freshly baked muffins

and cookies filled the tiny apartment.

Nicolaus stood up and walking towards the window

looked out onto the unusually quiet street before

speaking. "A land developer has bought all this land.

Everything is being torn down to make way for Condos

and high-rise office buildings.

Getting up she goes over to her father. "But dad that's not

possible. Mr. Bowie promised he'd never sell. He said it

would always be safe from this kind of thing happening."

"Molly, Mr. Bowie passed away months ago."

"I know dad, but the land was left to the community, it

was in his will," she cried.

"Yes, it was. But his son took it to court and he won. Once

he got his greedy little hands on the land he sold it."

Molly started pacing. She looked at her parents with love

and great sadness, they were getting up in years. Had

worked hard all their lives to give her a good education, to

put a roof over her head and food in her stomach. She

never went without anything. True, she never had designer

clothes, most of her clothes came from second-hand

stores. But she didn't care, she had grown up in a happy

and loving home and to Molly, that was more important.

Her mother was a tiny frail woman, her father tall and

strong. A proud man who never missed a day of work.

Never accepted handouts, but he was always the first one

to help someone in need. He had told her she had her.

mother's beauty but had his strength. But also that she

was very headstrong, and who she got that from he had

no idea.

She stopped pacing and went back over to her father and

kneeled down by his side. "We'll fight this dad, we won't

let them take away our community."

"Honey that means lawyers, they cost money. Money that

none of us have. It's hopeless. We have one year to be

out."

Molly shook her head. "It's not hopeless, I'll think of

something, there has to be something we can do. I'll go

see the developer tomorrow, maybe I can reason with

him."

Nicolaus hands her the letter he had received from the

company for her to read.

Her hand goes to her mouth and a trickle of sweat rolled

down her forehead. "My God, Bancroft Enterprises. I've

heard of them, they own most of New York and have

property all around the world."

Nicolaus rested his head again the back of his chair.

"Then there is no hope. People like that only care about

money, not people like us."

She gives her father a warm smile. "There is always hope

dad. Now I'm starving, I've been waiting a long time for

mom's home cooked meals."

In the morning Molly dressed in a skirt and a cotton pink

top and heels. She wore her long blond hair down. She

checked herself in the mirror and was pleased with what

she had on and was ready to face the owners of Bancroft

Enterprises.

Going downstairs to where her father was already busy at

work, she wanted to let him know she was leaving. "Dad,

I'm going now. I've found the address to where they have

their office and I'll demand they listen to me. Maybe once

he hears about our community I can convince him to

change his mind."

"And what if they won't Molly? what then?" he asked.

"Then we'll fight them any way we can, I won't let you lose

your home."

Nicolaus gave her a kiss and wished her luck. But he

knew it was pointless, people like the Bancroft's always

win, they have money and power. But he also knew his

daughter. She was stubborn and determined. When she

believed in something she wouldn't give up, she fought.

She was a lot like him in that way, well, when he was

younger. And yet she was so much like her mother, a

kind, and gentle soul.

Tbc

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“*😋SPUNKY LITTLE BLOND😋* Molly Hansson returned to her parents home in a small community called Memory Lane just on the outskirts of Manhattan. Her father, Nicolaus Hansson owns and runs a small shop called Hansson's Clocks and Repairs. He is considered to be a master at his craft, all his clocks are handmade, each one unique. Their home is above the shop, a modest two-bedroom apartment, consisting of a small kitchen, fair size living room. It was small but cozy. The community consisted of family run business, by people of foreign nationalities from all over the world. Germany, Sweden, Africa and various other places. It was by no means a wealthy community. Just honest, hard- working people trying to make a decent living and a better life for themselves and their families. Molly had just finished her fourth year at college, she graduated top of her class in business and finance. Molly had no idea how much her life was going to change over the next few weeks. She stood in front of her father's store. It was only mid-day and the shop was closed. Frowning she looked around and seeing all the shops were closed shivered, a cold chill raced through her body. The shops never closed unless there was a death in the community. Fearing the worst she used her key to open the door and dashed up the back steps that led upstairs to the apartment. Her mother and father were seated at the round kitchen table, holding hands and heads hung down, neither one had heard her come in. "Mom, dad what's wrong?" she cried out. They both looked up, surprised to see her standing there.”
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Chapter 1 kind, and gentle soul

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Chapter 2 what she's got to say

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Chapter 3 it would change everything she worked

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Chapter 4 get her out of his head.

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Chapter 5 Adam was after all attractive and he oozed with sexuality,

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Chapter 6 be ready. Goodbye

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Chapter 7 Molly would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't disappointed

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Chapter 8 You mean she's a lesbian

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Chapter 9 wanted more.

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Chapter 10 Who are you really

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