Chapter Thirteen
The next two days passed in a blur. Quinn took her grandmother’s advice and made her strawberry rhubarb pie much to the delight of her uncle and the guests at his restaurant. On Saturday evening, Quinn came home and peeled off her dough-splattered jeans and put on a pair of faded black yoga pants and oversized t-shirt. She turned on her television and sat munching on a bag of potato chips. She was too tired to cook dinner. If she could motivate herself, she would get up a minute and fix herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
A knock on her door, roused her from her couch potato state. Zach stood on her doorway with a brown paper bag in his hand.
“Hi! I see you made it back from your trip? How was it?” Quinn asked. She liked how he sported a little bit of a five o’c
