chapter 89

Into the night, Scott and Quincy drank, taking glass after glass, bottle after bottle. They seemed to understand each other beyond words. It was another night for Quincy to grieve over his loss of Kohler.

“You know… despite how much I despise her for leaving me when she's not the only one grieving Eunice, when she's not the only one who felt the stab to the heart, despite all that, I find myself missing her,” Quincy said, pouring himself another drink, while Scott helped himself to a spicy piece of chicken.

“It happens. Yeah, we miss people we ought to forget, but hey, the best thing is to talk about it. Just say all that's on your mind, and let it go with the wind. I promise you, you'll feel a thousand times better.” He replied, before biting deep into the chicken.

“Is that true?”

“I'm quite sure it had worked several times for me. So go on. What do you miss about her?”

“Well, just everything. The way she blushes when I compliment her or stare at her. You know that twinkle in her