Q

Q scrambled through his garage, opening every taped box, pulling out every file cabinet drawer, and looking under every pile of unorganized mess that he himself couldn’t believe existed. These past five years had Q’s mind and environment in a way that prior to, he would have never accepted. So he searched. Determined to let his wife know she was special, even if he didn’t have the words to tell her. Q’s phone vibrated on a small end table just out of his reach, making him lose his balance off the stepladder and drop the glass-framed love letter he held in his hand from Sarah, which usually sat up high above his office desk. Q answered the phone, but his mellow and consistent tone would allow no one to know what was really going on in Q’s heart or mind. The 5 minute “temperature check” he had gotten used to from Trich was probably the only thing he was still good at these days. Well, that and how to position his phone just right whenever one of them dared to FaceTime. After answering all of Trich’s questions without answering all of Trich's questions, Q’s stomach growled loud enough for anyone to hear. Good for Q he was always alone when he was in his garage. Only a customer ready to pay and pick up their car could disturb his peace when he was there. As he walked over to open the refrigerator, he shook his head, knowing it couldn’t be in there, but looked anyway. Instead, he found all the precooked meals from Toni. He grinned at the thought of her, but knew he couldn’t waste time eating. Suddenly Q remembered one last place it could be. He moved the bulky and very heavy entertainment center, Korrine thought would be a good idea to have in his legit work garage, that she interpreted as a “man cave” and, there it was. Sitting perfectly on the shelf where he last left it. He opened the velvet green box that once belonged to his mother and smiled to himself in anticipation.

“She’ll look perfect in these!”