weren’t sure what was going on, but there were some pissed
off, sour lemon faces when they realized that someone outside
the family, who clearly wasn’t in favour or liked by anyone
there, got left a butt ton of money.
“How about this one?” Danica produced a plain black
dress which surprised Quinn. It wasn’t her sister’s style at all.
It was clear that even on the hanger it was tasteful and would
fall below the knee.
“Yeah. I like it. It’s not too fancy, but still fancy enough.
Isn’t a black dress supposed to always be perfect?”
“No. No, that’s too easy.” Danica protested, as Quinn knew
she would. She wouldn’t be satisfied until half the closet was
discarded on the floor or the bed. “We can’t pick the first one.
How will I kill the rest of the hour?”
“I can’t believe you’re actually going on this date. I can’t
believe you went online to find one.”
“How else does anyone meet anyone? And if you mean
that it’s too soon after Grampy’s funeral, that was over a week
ago and also, see point a and b about the moping thing. We
went over that already. What should I do? Sit here and think
about all the reasons I should be sad? Become even more
depressed? Eat my feelings? Run out of ice cream and get
even sadder?”
“I’m going for option c, thanks,” Quinn huffed.
She watched her sister’s expression change. Danica went
from smiling to frowning in a few seconds. It didn’t make her
look any less pretty. Danica was tall and curvy. Quinn was tall
too, but Danica had always had a couple inches on her. She
had a couple inches on her everywhere. Quinn used to be
jealous about how much attention her sister attracted, from