Cemetery
"What are you doing here?" Huck asked, when she hadn't shown up for work he worried that something might have happened. What was even worse was that she hadn't answered her phone, but he retraced her steps and found her in California in a very private old estate. He asked the Head Housekeeper if Lindsay Dwyer was here and he was led to the cemetery.
"I… needed time to think…." Huck looked over at the name on the grave, it said Deborah Dwyer. "I like to come here to think."
"Olivia was worried sick." He said, it wasn't a lie. Olivia had been very worried that Quinn had run off and did something stupid.
"I know, I know so she sent you." He sat next to her on the bench that overlooked the large grave. "You know, I don't even remember what she looks like. I was seven, I had pictures but my actually memory of her… it's not there… that's sad."
"You were a kid."
"I know, but the least I could do was remember her, right?" Quinn folded her arms across her chest.
"Do you live here?"
"I live Washington, D.C." She said flippantly.
"You know what I mean."
"This is… This is my family's property. I have ownership of it but I would never live here."
"Why not?"
"My mother married my father after my grandfather advised her not to, when she died my father didn't have nearly enough money to bury her so my grandfather planned the funeral and he wasn't allowed to come." Huck wasn't sure what to say and stayed silent, "I remember the funeral, I remember the guests and even the burial but I can't remember her face. All I have is this grave."
"Do you have any pictures?"
"In the house."
"Then why not use those for reference?" He asked, he looked back at the large estate and then back to Quinn.
"I hate coming here and remembering that surly old bastard. But this is my last time, no need for Olivia to send a search party." She stood up and followed him back inside the house.