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said. “I thought I recognized your car.” The frail woman shoved two brown bags toward her. “I brought you some fresh bread and hoped you’d take a loaf to your Granddad.”
    Mrs. Walker had always had a thing for Gramps. Funny that women her age were still interested in men. Quinn turned that over in her mind. Would she be trying to find a husband when she was in her seventies? Breath caught in the back of her throat. Lord Jesus, she should start baking bread now. “I’ll be happy to. Thank you.”
    “Marita tells me you’re engaged.”
    Mom sprung from her chair like a jumping jack and waved a hand in the air. “Oh that’s all off the table, Eula. I misspoke. Quinn’s managed to let another one get away. But no need to worry. She’s already seeing someone else. Let’s keep our fingers crossed this one works out.”
    Anger rose in Quinn’s cheeks. She had to get out of there before her sass became involuntary momslaughter . Because she wasn’t sure how much longer she could control herself, she grabbed her purse, and inched past the old woman. “Nice to see you Mrs. Walker.” When she reached the doorway, she turned back to Mom. “I have to go.”
    Mom set her drink down. “Oh, all right. You should come more often. Keep me up to date about what’s going on in your life so I don’t have to hear it through the grapevine.”
    “I will. Bye.”
    Mom yelled from the door. “Tell your dad hello.”
    “Will do,” she said over her shoulder.
    After leaving, Quinn fumed for the next several miles. More affluent my ass. Did her mother think Brad left because of the way Quinn dressed? That was a ridiculous notion. Or was it? Maybe he’d wanted someone more sophisticated. A woman who subscribed to fashion magazines, studied art literature, and crooked a pinky when she drank tea. Quinn didn’t do those things, but she had plenty of good qualities. Hair. She had great hair. Thick and shiny. Boobs. Nice boobs. Not too big, but not too small. Skin. Damn good skin. She willed the negativity away and turned toward Dad’s to deliver the bread. A short visit with him always lifted her spirits, and after the encounter with Mom, they were at rock bottom.
    Hours later, back at home, she studied her outfit in the mirror, first turning one way, then the other. She liked the look. Mom didn’t have a clue what was in or out when it came to fashion. Besides, what did she expect her to wear on a Tuesday?
    “Hey, you two,” she said to Lucy and Ethel, who sprawled in the middle of the bed. “Do these jeans look bad? What about the big flowery shirt, in or out?” Neither cat moved. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
    Quinn undressed, put on a pair of pajama pants and an old tee shirt, then went to the kitchen. She returned with a bag of potato chips, a bottle of water, and her laptop. Piling pillows behind her, she crawled onto the bed, and sat crossed legged. It was time to get serious and find a suitable man. She’d show her mom, and catch a guy that wanted more than arm candy. Damn her.
    To do that, a checklist of qualities might make an interesting article. Get your head straight about what type of partner you’re searching for and not waste time. Nobody was perfect, but guidelines would help. She’d tailor the list according to her tastes and encourage readers to do the same for theirs. Opening the laptop, she typed.
     
    If you’re single and want to end that status, I suggest you make a list of what you want in a mate. Mine are below. Your preferences may be different, but if you’re a member of a dating site, they will help keep you focused on making the right choices.
     
    She drew her brows together. What was the main thing she insisted on?
     
    1. Family-He must want children and this is non-negotiable.
    2. Faithfulness-Once he vows to forsake all others, I expect no less.
    3. Romance-I want a man who kisses me for no reason, and hugs me because he wants to touch me. Random phone calls just to hear my