Chapter Nine
Quinn spent Sunday afternoon painting her bedroom a bright shade of turquoise with cream paint on the crown molding. She decided to take a break at four o’clock and head over to her parent’s house. She washed her paintbrush and roller and put them both in a plastic bag so she could finish the room the next evening. She walked the two blocks to where she parked her beat-up Volvo sedan. With limited parking in her neighborhood, Quinn usually rode the bus rather than drag Old Susannah out of her parking spot. Quinn patted her trusty metal steed on her dashboard when the engine turned over on the first try. Thirty minutes later, she pulled into her parent’s circular driveway.
“Mom? Dad?” Quinn called out when she went inside.
“We’re out on the deck, dear,” her mother called fr
