“It was bad. I don’t know how Dallas survived. I mean,
they said at first that they were okay with it, but I could sense
that they weren’t. She never really said anything to me, but it
was pretty obvious.”
“She survived because she had us. Our family. She was
like my second sister. Grampy loved her. Mom and dad loved
her. Even Billy thought she was alright.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I was there. Obviously.”
Danica pasted on a smile and swiped at her eyes one more
time. She stalked to her closet and began pulling out dresses.
Quinn hated trying to help Danica get ready for a date, or
anything else. Her older sister had a completely different style
than her own. She loved taking hours doing her hair and
makeup and picking out the right outfit. She loved clothes and
shoes in general, far more than Quinn did. Even though she
wasn’t interested in helping Danica go all hurricane style on
her closet, trying things on and discarding others, arguing over
a stupid outfit, she actually didn’t mind the distraction so
much at the moment. It beat going home and being all alone in
her own condo.
That just left her time to think about all the things she
hated thinking about.
She didn’t want to think about her grampy being gone. She
wanted to think about Dallas coming back to Topeka to get
that money that he’d left her even less. Quinn’s parents had
been irate when they found out. Quinn’s brother, Billy, made a
few incredibly salty comments about Dallas at the will
reading. There were some uncles and aunts there, other
cousins
too, and they didn’t really know Dallas, so they