everything so I didn’t. I said- it’s not- it’s not like that. They’d
be fine with me being here. I’m going to tell them as soon as I
get home.”
Quinn turned away. She put her hand up to her face, let it
hover there, then dropped it into a curled fist at her side. “I’m
stupid. I’m so, so stupid.” Quinn paced back and forth. She
was breathing loudly. Angrily. Too fast.
“Quinn, no. You have to listen to me. It’s not-”
“Danica told me to be careful. She was basically trying to
tell me not to be dumb. I knew that I was being dumb before I
even talked to you at your hotel room, but I did it anyway.
You’re like- you’re like- this- this horrible light and I’m the
poor moth that keeps getting sucked in. Except you’re not
light. You’re this crappy darkness. You have a circle of
badness around you. Bad decisions. That’s what I keep getting
sucked into. I don’t know why I can’t help myself.”
“Quinn. You need to calm down and we need to talk.
You’re thinking this is something that
it isn’t. My parents
wouldn’t have stopped me from coming here.”
“No? They wouldn’t have stopped you from getting in
contact with me? Once they find out that you did, you won’t
cut me off again?”
“No and no! I meant what I said, about them accepting me
for who I am and that includes the fact that I’m a lesbian and
that I will always date women. They’ve supported me for
years. I’ve had other girlfriends. Brought them home. My
parents didn’t have a problem with that. They were willing to
grow with me and admit where they went wrong.”
“But do they regret moving? Tearing you away from us?