A Tragic Wedding

"Hi honey, I'm home," Molly said coming into her house, "Are you here?"
She walked in and dropped her stuff by the door. She walked around the kitchen with a lump in her throat.
"Isn't he such a good husband, he left me a note," she said.
Her eyes watered as they read the paper twice. Her leg started to collapse and her head sank into her hands. The phone started to rung. She quietly stammered to the phone and clicked talk.
"H-hello" she sniffed.
"Molly? What's wrong?" Her sister questioned.
"Beth, he left me. Roger left me." Molly cried as her wedding rings fell onto the counter.
***
The cool breeze wiped his face as he placed the bee net upon his head. It was just him, the bees, and the summer sun. He went to work, scraping the bee honey. He worked for a few hours on the been honey and sweat fell off his thin face.
"Michael! It's time to bring the honey jars to the store." His assistant yelled.
He filled the truck with the honey jars and pulled himself onto the driver’s seat/ He drove down the dirt driveway and got onto the highway. He came to a halt in front of the grocery store. He got out of the truck and lifted the jars out, he stammered throws the store as a women was coming out. They hit and the jars went crashing to the ground.
“I’m so sorry” she spoke
“It’s alright, what your name?” he asked.
“Molly, and yours?” she said through a smile.
“Michael, my name is Michael.”
“Well Molly, do you want to go to get some coffee?”
“Sure”
They talked for hours about everything and anything. Their conversations didn’t end there.
***
“Molly! Honey, It’s five hours before the wedding. Michael is already at the church, we need to leave to go to the hairdresser now!” Molly’s mom yelled up the steps.
“I’m here I’m here!” Molly said running down the stairs a few seconds later.
They drove to the best hair dressers in town. They had a seat ready for Molly and everything.
“I want an up-do for my wedding.” Molly told the hairdresser
The hair dresser nodded and went to work. She pulled and placed every hair on Molly’s head. Molly closed her eyes and let the hairdresser work. A cold hand touched her shoulder about an hour later.
“AH!! What did you do to me? My hair is red!” Molly screamed.
The hairdresser looked puzzled at Molly, she didn’t know what to say.
“Fix it!” Molly demanded, “I’m not going to my wedding looking like this!”
The hairdresser cocked her head and started motioning with her hands.
“You’re no help!” Molly said as she stormed to the front desk, “I want my money back!”
“Oh dear. I’m very sorry ma’am, she def. Oh my um, we will make it look fine for your wedding, no charge.” said the lady at the front desk.
“No forget it, We going somewhere else.” Molly yelled rushing out the door.
Molly walked frustrated across the street, her mom yelling after.
“Honey, listen. They said they’re sorry. Plus, they are going to fix it. Just come back inside.? her mom pleaded with the door to the hairdressers open.
“Fine” Molly whispered as a truck came swerving down the road.
“AH!” Molly yelled as car lights filled her eyes as she fell to the road.
“Call the hospital. Molly Oh my Lord!” Molly’s mom’s faintly whispered into her ear, then everything went silent.