The Faulkners were enjoying a quiet lunch, fully taking advantage of their newborn twins asleep at the same time. Quinn was reminiscing on their honeymoon at Takemizu Village. “Let’s go back one day, maybe when the twins are older,” she suggested.
Trent changed the subject, taking the opportunity to speak with his wife about his career plans.
After explaining, Quinn was a little comprehensive. “I didn’t know this is what you really wanted to do,” Quinn began. “I thought you wanted to be a top journalist.”
“I do, but I’m not willing to just write for a small-town paper forever,” he told her. “It’s not even a full newspaper, just a newsletter.”
“But owning your own business,” Quinn continued. “That’s a lot of responsibility. We have children now; we need to have stable income.”
“I am thinking of our children. I want us to have a legacy to pass on to them.”
“Besides,” Trent said as he took his wife hand, “It’s not like I’m going to walk down to your brother’s bank and ask for a loan tomorrow.”
“Have you noticed anything wrong with Blake and Deidre lately?” Quinn asked Trent later that day. “He seems weird whenever I talk to him, and Deidre is so quiet.”
“They’re probably still grieving; they did just lose a baby after all,” Trent suggested.
“I don’t know but something’s up.” Quinn shook her head. “I know my brother and something is not right.”
“Whatever it is, he’ll let you know when he wants you to know,” Trent told her. “It’s their business.”
Quinn agreed to let it go, but she couldn’t help shaking off the feeling that something was wrong.
But Deidre ended up visiting that evening. “Something is wrong,” Deidre told her. “He’s withdrawn, from me and the kids. And when he does speak, he’s moody.”
Aware of Trent in the next room, Quinn cautiously tried to give her sister-in-law some advice. “He’s probably stressed at work.”
“I thought of that too, but I have a feeling it’s not it,” Deidre explained. “What should I do?”
“I don’t know either,” Quinn shrugged. “For all I know, it could be as simple as grief.”
“Simple,” Deidre muttered, in a way that Quinn thought it sounded like resentment. She decided to ignore the tone.
“Just talk to him,” Quinn suggested. “Remain calm and non-accusatory. Be patient.”
Deidre got up to leave. “Swing by any time you need to talk some more, or call me. I’m here for you, sis,” Quinn said.
As Quinn watched Deidre drive away, she had a feeling what was wrong. Like she told Trent, Quinn knew her brother. And the next time she saw him, she was going to punch him in the face.
- The song is from Tell Me You Love Me by Amerie.
- Like I said in the birthday post, I lost all the pictures of the babies, so they were absent from this post.
- I didn’t intend for this update to be about Blake and Deidre, but Deidre had walked by and I had Quinn invite her in and talk to her (since I realized they didn’t have any relationship-0/0). Lo and behold, Deidre brought up Blake and had all these frowns while they were conversing. I figured that Deidre needed to have a heart-to-heart with her sis-in-law.
- I wonder: what do you guys think? What’s up with Blake?
- And yes, I purposely didn’t reveal what Trent had in mind for his career. That was a little teaser.