Page 129 of Forget Me Not: A Lesbian Romance
was so bare it was hard to tell it was the same fridge. The ice
and water gave it away. One night, Quinn had pressed too hard
with her glass and broken the lever off the ice dispenser. It was
still broken.
“Hey! You came.” Quinn’s words indicated surprise, but
her tone sounded far more certain.
“Yup. Couldn’t skip out on barbeque and cake, even if we
already had ice cream today.”
Quinn had changed into a yellow dress that wasn’t vintage,
but was a rip off of some past fashion. It was tight in the bust
and waist and flared out with a large circle skirt. She had a
black cardigan on and she’d pinned the cow button to that as
well.
“It’s going to be my good luck charm now,” Quinn said
when she noticed Dallas looking at it. “Dad thought it was
great. Billy was soooo jealous. He tried to buy it from me, but
I wouldn’t sell it. He offered me a hundred dollars.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t offer to trade his treasured hat.”
“Oh, he was all worried when I didn’t come home wearing
it.”
“Oh geez. I gave it to your mom. I- she was really nice.”
“Of course! What did you expect? For her to open the
door, offer you forgiveness like candy, and stuff you inside the
oven to roast for dinner like this was some very creepy fairy
tale?”
“Sort of. I had this image of a bacon wrapped ham walking
into a wolves’ den.”
Quinn shook her head, but her eyes were laughing. They
sparkled as she kept shaking her head. She walked over to the
fridge and opened it. Dallas had to creep up to take a look.
