The Q

by Beth Brower

Companionship is one of the great arts of the human soul.”

He’d also developed a chest cold and a cough, which Quincy felt was inconsiderate. She wasn’t in the mood.

Quincy filled out the girl’s question with a singeing but professional glare,

No sense in being small because someone else doesn’t have the courage to measure up.”

where I may not raise a hand for myself, it would be a cold afternoon in hell before I wouldn’t do it for you.”