“Comments are fine too. No publicity is bad publicity.”
Danica angled around, wedging herself basically into the
small store’s front window, so that Quinn had to face her. She
shook her head like a slow clap. Not the good slow clap. Like
a slow clap given to a person who has just done something
really stupid.
“Quinn, no! You didn’t!”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You did! You slept with her? Are you for real?”
Quinn shoved the button up into her sister’s face, which
was quite a challenge given that it was still connected to her. “I
said, if you’re going to ask me silly questions, tell it to the
cow.”
“I’m telling it to you!”
Quinn cranked her head around and looked to make sure
there wasn’t anyone gawking at her from behind the counter.
Luckily, a family with six kids was at the counter. They were
there when Quinn got there and they were still being helped.
Thankfully, they were also talking and laughing in their
outside voices, so that no one could hear what she was saying.
“Quinn. Please. Tell me. Tell me that you didn’t.”
“I can’t tell you anything like that,” Quinn hissed.
“Because I did. Okay? So what?”
“So what?” Danica looked like she was going to fall over.
“So what? So everything! When? That wasn’t what Billy
meant when he said to do something about it.”
“Jesus! Danica, stop. Please. I know it’s your birthday, but
can you do me a favour and just not talk about this right now.
P to the lease. Pretty. With sugar on top.” She stared
pleadingly at her sister.