Molly is waiting for her Leopold to come home in the wee hours of the morning and she is reviewing her regrets over journeys of love and lust in which she may have taken a wrong turn or three.  There are few clues indicating if we are listening to her thoughts or rather she has invited us in for tea and is actually speaking directly to us.  The men she led and followed were expected to give her identity, purpose and, dare she hope for it, joy.