A week had passed, and Quinn was now completely moved in. Her new apartment was cozier, and she was more adjusted to having a place to stay at – a home. Max had gone by the place that she had been keeping her art and had brought all of it to the apartment for her to do with as she pleased. Some she hung on some of her walls, but, most of her masterpieces were the floor’s friend. She planned on selling her art to more customers than just Max, and the ones on the wall were the ones she planned on keeping.
It was Monday, and Quintessence was eating a lunch of pasta salad and deviled eggs, which were what her cravings consisted of that particular day. She had been through the morning papers the past week looking for a place to work, and was still searching for a suitable job for herself.
A knock occurred at the door, and after looking through the peephole to see who it was that had knocked, she opened the door to Max’s handsome appearance, and said, “Hello.” He had a smile upon his face and was fairly sure that what he was about to tell her would make her grin as well. “Come in,” she said. He entered, and they made their way to the dining room. “Pasta salad?” asked Quinn.
“No, I’ve already eaten, but thanks,” he replied.
“What’s going on? You’re smiling.” She took a big bite of pasta salad, and waited for his reply.
“I found a place where you can sell your art.”
She felt her heart leap from her chest with excitement. “You did?”
“Yeah, it’s right downtown. Sixth street. You don’t even have to pay. The man said that it’s free as long as he gets a good review from the people who go to look at and buy your stuff.”
“That’s amazing!… but, how did you…?”
“I have a friend who’s the son of Mr. Hekk – the man I asked for the space.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say ‘yes’ or at least think about it.”
“Yes!” She couldn’t help herself, (she was so happy about what Max had done for her) and she hugged Max. On the back of his neck, she noticed a mark that she had seen only once before – on one of her foster brothers, when she was fourteen, except, it belonged to a fourteen year old boy named Joseph. Could Max be Joseph?