both men and women, before she realized how much it
bothered Danica. Danica was actually quite shy and she got
uncomfortable fast when people stared at her. Danica hardly
ever had any dates. It wasn’t just the shyness. Quinn knew that
people were often too intimidated to approach a beautiful
woman. She could actually understand why her beautiful sister
still didn’t get many dates.
“What’s option c?” Danica asked. “Ignore all the good
advice that Grampy and everyone else gave you and sulk your
way into becoming a total spinster?”
“No! I’m just going to give it some time.”
“You never go on dates, Grampy’s funeral aside. Don’t
take your self-imposed spinsterhood out on me.”
“I’m twenty-eight!” Quinn nearly leapt off the bed. She
knew how that would look, her getting all huffy and stamping
her foot. Danica would just laugh at her and tell her that she
needed to work on getting laid. That was her usual go to
comeback. She’d probably make that option D.
“Spinsters can start being spinsters whenever they want.
It’s a mindset, not an age.”
“Oh for the pity of Pete.”
“We don’t know any Pete’s either.” Danica dug in her big
walk in closet again and appeared with a red dress that was
way too flashy with full beads and feathers on the bottom.
“No!” Quinn shook her head emphatically. “Definitely not.
Unless you’re going dancing. Then maybe.”
“We’re not. I can’t believe you don’t like this!” Danica
pretended to pout, but she went back to her closet and came
back with a yellow blouse and a black skirt. “Would this be
better?”