her sister in exasperation. “What are you doing? It’s Christmas. Can’t
you take a break from your phone for one minute?”
“What do you think I’ve been doing? We’ve been
shopping for hours.”
“I’ve been shopping. You’ve been complaining.”
“Speaking of which, are we done yet?”
Sarah smiled as she gently chided her sister.
“Don’t be silly.” She reached into the pocket of her pretty pink suede coat and
brought out her list. “There’s still Grandpa and my friend Hannah to buy for.”
“I thought you bought Hannah a sweater last
week?”
“I did, but I realized it was all wrong for her.”
Madison’s eyes narrowed. “You kept it for
yourself, didn’t you?”
Sarah stuffed the piece of paper back into her
pocket. “I refuse to answer that.” She sat down next to her sister. “Why are
you in such a mood today? I figured you’d be over the moon today after your
date with Ethan.”
“I was. I mean, I am.” She sighed in frustration
as she began typing out an email. She should be dancing through the mall right now,
but between Paul Harris’ little meeting, the strange phone calls and Quincy’s
picture being plastered across the nightly news, her giddiness was somewhat
dimmed.
“Who are you texting?”
“I’m not texting. I’m emailing.”
“Thank you. That’s an important distinction. Who
are you emailing?”
“Quincy Sullivan.” She hit send. “Now I’m sending
one to Ethan.”
“Oooh. Madison’s in love,” Sarah cooed as she sat
down next to Madison. Smiling, she linked her arm through Madison’s arm and
looked down at the email. Her smile fell as she read the text. “That doesn’t
sound very romantic.”
“It’s not meant to be. I want him to find Quincy
for me.”
“Why?”
“You know those weird phone calls I’ve been
getting?” At Sarah’s nod, she added, “I’ve been thinking about it all night.
I’m not quite sure—the guy was breathing so hard—but I think it might be Quincy
whose been calling me.”
“Why would he be calling you just to say a number
and hang up?”
“I have no idea.”
“Didn’t you used to say that Quincy was a
practical joker? Maybe this is his way of telling you he’s back in town.”
Madison grimaced. “These phone calls are weird
and creepy. Quincy was not weird and creepy.”
Sarah’s arm tightened around her sister. “Don’t
worry. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a bit relieved.”
Madison turned from her email to stare at her
sister. “Why?”
“Quincy was a really good friend, wasn’t he?”
“I worked with Quincy. I liked him but I don’t
know if I would call him a really good friend.”
“You trusted him, didn’t you?”
Madison nodded. “Yeah, of course. He was a good
man.”
“Well, there you go. If he’s the one calling—”
“I said he might be the person calling. I
wouldn’t swear to it.”
“Well, this isn’t a court of law so you don’t
have to. Considering the fact that you barely slept last night—”
“How do you know?”
“I could hear you moving about the apartment all
night last night.”
“You’re imagining things,” Madison said returning
to her email. “I wasn’t moving around all night.”
“Are you saying you slept well?”
“No, I’m not saying that, but I wasn’t up and
down all night.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever. The point
is, you’ve obviously put a lot of thought to it and you recognized the voice as
Quincy’s. Since you trust him and he’s a good man, I sincerely doubt he’s
trying to hurt you. Like you said, he’s just playing a joke on you or
something. Nothing to worry about.” She released Madison’s arm and stood up. “Actually,
I feel much better about it now.”
“Well, I’m glad one of us does.” Madison frowned.
“I’m still having the locks changed after Christmas.”
“Fine,” Sarah said smoothing back her hair. “So,
what are you going to get Ethan? You’re running out of
you take a break from your phone for one minute?”
“What do you think I’ve been doing? We’ve been
shopping for hours.”
“I’ve been shopping. You’ve been complaining.”
“Speaking of which, are we done yet?”
Sarah smiled as she gently chided her sister.
“Don’t be silly.” She reached into the pocket of her pretty pink suede coat and
brought out her list. “There’s still Grandpa and my friend Hannah to buy for.”
“I thought you bought Hannah a sweater last
week?”
“I did, but I realized it was all wrong for her.”
Madison’s eyes narrowed. “You kept it for
yourself, didn’t you?”
Sarah stuffed the piece of paper back into her
pocket. “I refuse to answer that.” She sat down next to her sister. “Why are
you in such a mood today? I figured you’d be over the moon today after your
date with Ethan.”
“I was. I mean, I am.” She sighed in frustration
as she began typing out an email. She should be dancing through the mall right now,
but between Paul Harris’ little meeting, the strange phone calls and Quincy’s
picture being plastered across the nightly news, her giddiness was somewhat
dimmed.
“Who are you texting?”
“I’m not texting. I’m emailing.”
“Thank you. That’s an important distinction. Who
are you emailing?”
“Quincy Sullivan.” She hit send. “Now I’m sending
one to Ethan.”
“Oooh. Madison’s in love,” Sarah cooed as she sat
down next to Madison. Smiling, she linked her arm through Madison’s arm and
looked down at the email. Her smile fell as she read the text. “That doesn’t
sound very romantic.”
“It’s not meant to be. I want him to find Quincy
for me.”
“Why?”
“You know those weird phone calls I’ve been
getting?” At Sarah’s nod, she added, “I’ve been thinking about it all night.
I’m not quite sure—the guy was breathing so hard—but I think it might be Quincy
whose been calling me.”
“Why would he be calling you just to say a number
and hang up?”
“I have no idea.”
“Didn’t you used to say that Quincy was a
practical joker? Maybe this is his way of telling you he’s back in town.”
Madison grimaced. “These phone calls are weird
and creepy. Quincy was not weird and creepy.”
Sarah’s arm tightened around her sister. “Don’t
worry. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a bit relieved.”
Madison turned from her email to stare at her
sister. “Why?”
“Quincy was a really good friend, wasn’t he?”
“I worked with Quincy. I liked him but I don’t
know if I would call him a really good friend.”
“You trusted him, didn’t you?”
Madison nodded. “Yeah, of course. He was a good
man.”
“Well, there you go. If he’s the one calling—”
“I said he might be the person calling. I
wouldn’t swear to it.”
“Well, this isn’t a court of law so you don’t
have to. Considering the fact that you barely slept last night—”
“How do you know?”
“I could hear you moving about the apartment all
night last night.”
“You’re imagining things,” Madison said returning
to her email. “I wasn’t moving around all night.”
“Are you saying you slept well?”
“No, I’m not saying that, but I wasn’t up and
down all night.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever. The point
is, you’ve obviously put a lot of thought to it and you recognized the voice as
Quincy’s. Since you trust him and he’s a good man, I sincerely doubt he’s
trying to hurt you. Like you said, he’s just playing a joke on you or
something. Nothing to worry about.” She released Madison’s arm and stood up. “Actually,
I feel much better about it now.”
“Well, I’m glad one of us does.” Madison frowned.
“I’m still having the locks changed after Christmas.”
“Fine,” Sarah said smoothing back her hair. “So,
what are you going to get Ethan? You’re running out of
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