Molly is the director’s French Bulldog; a malcontent little sausage of a dog, prone to make snuffling noises remarkably like a pig.
Sometimes the director looks at her and tells her “Molly, you’re such a bitch,” and Molly stretches on her over-ruffled dog bed. The tone of voice is not unkind and the dog seems to stretch contentedly –
No, I’ve never asked the reason, although I’m sure it’s there. Everyone has a shadow world of motivations and past fluttering constantly, pushed to the back of the conscious mind. We work together, and privacy creates a sense of space.