Chapter Five
Quinn picked up the phone to call her Uncle Patrick. It had been three weeks since she had been fired, and she still had no promising job leads.
“Quinnie Bee! How are you?” Uncle Patrick boomed. He was a large man with a shock of curly red hair. Despite having the frame of a dockworker, he moved with a grace and speed in his kitchen that always amazed Quinn.
“Hi, Uncle Pat. I’m good. Well, actually, not good. That’s why I’m calling. I got fired and I desperately need a job. I’ll wash dishes, wait tables, scrub toilets. Anything.”
Uncle Patrick stayed silent for so long that Quinn thought she’d dropped the call. “Uncle Pat?”
“I’m here. Sorry. I was thanking my lucky stars. Do you remember Jenny, my pastry chef? She fell on her way down her apartment stairs this morning and
