That's what leadership is all about: getting somebody to see your vision and believe it's possible.
It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly. . . Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.