the nerve to laugh at her. Or rather, to try not to.
“I really am,” Dallas said. “The lawyer sucks. I came all
this way and then I found out that you had to sign for it too.
He failed to mention that over the phone when he called me to
tell me about the money in the first place. I couldn’t believe it.
And- I am- I am really sorry for your loss. I really am.”
“No you’re not!” Quinn fumed. “How could you be? You
haven’t been in touch with any of us in a decade. You’ve
probably moved on and forgotten all about us. You’re just
saying you’re sorry because you think it’s the right thing to
do.”
Dallas’ eyes narrowed. Quinn knew that look. That I’m
digging in because I can be stubborn as all frick look. Dallas
had perfected it by the time she was eight, Quinn swore.
“No. I really am sorry. I’m sorry because your grandpa
was a good man. He was always nice to me. All of your family
was. I know that you were all close and I imagine that losing
him must be really hard for everyone. Why would that make
me happy?”
“I didn’t say it made you happy. I just said you weren’t
actually sorry. Why would you be sorry when you just got left
enough money to buy a new car and you aren’t even part of
the family? That’s a pretty sweet deal. I’d say that my grampy
was senile at the end to justify his actions, but I can’t because
he was a good man. He was the best person I ever knew.”
“Then sign for the money, Quinn. Like you said. It’s
obviously what he wanted.”
Quinn snorted so hard that she could actually watch her
own nostrils flare in her peripheral vision. “Jesus freaking
Murphy, you have an insane amount of nerve to tell me what