Aaron: Be careful, Quinn. Please.
Q: I’ll do my best.
* * * *
Aunt Karen was ready for whatever would come, that much was obvious. She looked Quinn in the eye, gave him orders on what to do to help with the funeral, and then went to do her own thing.
Arthur, Eric, and Henry came by at nine, and all of them were clearly affected by Uncle Ian’s death. Arthur the most, of course, and Quinn couldn’t help but to hug him briefly when he caught Arthur in Ian’s study just before ten.
“You ready to leave?” Quinn asked him quietly.
“As soon as we get the last guests out of this house, I’m putting your aunt in my car, we’re getting my Therese, and we’re going.”
“Good. I’m taking everyone that’s mine and leaving tonight, too.” There was no shame in admitting as much. “I hate to leave it all in Jimmy’s hands, but…”
His cell phone buzzed loudly in the relative quiet of Uncle Ian’s study, and he frowned apologetically.