TITANIC: A STORY TOLD
Chapter Thirty-Three
Men’s suits and jackets and formal wear were
strewn all over the place. Molly was having a fine time. Jack was dressed,
except for his jacket, and Molly was tying his bow tie.
"Don’t feel bad about it. My son still
can’t tie one of these damn things after twenty years. There you go."
She picked up a jacket off the bed and handed
it to him. Jack went into the bathroom to put it on. Molly started picking up
the stuff off the bed.
"I gotta buy everything in three sizes
‘cause I never know how much he’s been eating while I’m away."
She turned and saw him.
"My, my, my...you shine up like a new
penny."