"You didn't tell the women Annie Quincy lived here, at Bird Song, did you?" she asked.
You told these ladies that this Annie Quincy woman probably lived here in Bird Song?
Son, Annie Quincy lived in a boarding house.
Cynthia followed her husband into the room, holding the Annie Quincy dress in front of her, with a bundle of under garments beneath her arm.
Anne Quincy Martin, after she married the minister fellow.
"Annie Quincy, born again," Fred said.
Did you see how she adopted the Annie Quincy persona?
One minute she's in fear of her life, the next she's enthralled over Annie Quincy, dreaming about life a century ago.
Fred O'Connor beat a hasty retreat out the back door, looking like the Pied Piper with Donnie and Martha tagging behind, the Annie Quincy notebook under his arm.
The sisters Quincy were anything but a matched pair.
Claire Quincy had donned reading glasses and was scrutinizing the letters as Fred O'Connor followed his notes and explained the information on Annie Quincy he had gathered at the library.
Effie Quincy sniffed as she pulled her chair next to Dean.
Edward heard the stories from father who heard them from Grandfather Quincy who took copious notes.
Edward is saying the book is 'based on the life of Annie Quincy Martin' just so he can take some liberties with the inconsequential details that have been lost in time.
Besides," he added, glancing at the parlor where the Quincy sisters were still gabbing, "I feel a need to get away from here a bit."
As Ryland closed his door, the Quincy sisters came out of the parlor and began climbing the stairs—Effie with a cheery 'good night Mr. and Mrs. Dean,' and Claire with tight-lipped silence.
He remained too steamed up over the Claire Quincy transactions.
I have to tell you, Mr. Ryland is a damned sight more pleasant than bossy Miss Quincy, the sister from hell.
Most women were putty in the old man's hands, but Claire Quincy had pushed all the wrong buttons and short-circuited his good nature.
"Well, at least now you can forget about Annie Quincy Martin and get on with life," Dean said.
Just then, Claire Quincy descended the stairs on cue.
He stood over Claire Quincy, much too closely.
It was her way of saying that while he might have been somewhat more reserved in his response to Claire Quincy, she was admitting the guest isn't always right.
I'd still bet my last buck Claire Quincy has it in the bottom of her suitcase.
I'd try to smooth over the missing picture with Miss Worthington by telling her about this here notebook, but I can't be sure she'd keep her mouth shut and not blab about it to the Quincy ladies.
"Well," Cynthia said to Fred, "in spite of how obnoxious Claire Quincy is, you ought to let her and her sister know about the notebook.
"We can't be sure Annie Quincy wrote this," Cynthia protested.
"The Quincy family will be devastated," Cynthia said.
And what about the book the Quincy brother is writing?
He'll have to abandon it, if Annie Quincy really is—one of those girls.
Fred had spent his day seeking obituary information on Annie Quincy Martin.
It hangs there, waiting for me to step upon this velvet chair where I sit, tie its far descending end to my neck, and step from this world, freeing it from the guilt and troubles Annie Quincy has caused.
She looked terrible—re-deyed, no makeup and dark roots beginning to show through her Annie Quincy blonde.
Effie Quincy was next in the hot seat, according to Fred.
The three of us, you, me and Cynthia, plus the two Quincy gals, Edith and her son, young Donnie.
Claire Quincy is another one who should be there.
If Shipton did, in fact, bust her chops over the fact Annie Quincy was a hooker, who knows, she might hate him enough to do something nasty.
The Quincy sisters strolled by moments later, arm in arm.
Ryland made a beeline for his room, and the Quincy sisters tromped up the stairs, Effie giving a three-finger wave and Claire looking as if she'd punch out the lights of anyone who got in her way.
Effie Quincy stepped into the room, startled when she saw Dean, sitting there in his bathrobe.
As it tolled its final gong, Edith Shipton appeared, in her late night attire— the Annie Quincy white dress—her hair loosened about her shoulders.
The Quincy sisters sauntered down.