Alisa
Missus Quinn returns exactly an hour later to fetch the plates, scrubbing down the table before she leaves. I stand off to the side, watching the little old woman, wondering what happened to her to turn her into the person she became.
Derrick said he didn't want another Missus Quinn. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I think I'm beginning to understand that now.
I’m still reeling after Derrick’s revelation, and I have hundreds of questions for him, but I am too afraid to ask him. He gave me a glimpse of his true self, and I think he’s lonelier than anyone will ever know. My questions will not help. Not now. Maybe in time, he'll tell me more.
As soon as Missus Quinn leaves, Derrick opens another bottle of wine and refills my glass. It’s only my second glass - he drank two bottles b
