Indignant beauty.
I’m not sure I’ve ever had cause to think of the phrase “indignant beauty” before. I’m sure it’s in a book somewhere, but Molly seems to have transcended mere words, and is actually embodying the phrase:
I love her madly, and I really hope that next year, right about the time we experience weather that gives cats asthma attacks, instead of living in a ghetto with air conditioning that is going to die any minute, and carpeting that is older than both cats combined, we live instead in a charming, hardwood-floored prefab container house. Or one of these little gems.
A girl can dream.