Quinn is our age but he jumped two school grades on academic excellence.
While Martha is my kindred spirit, Quinn and I always got along fairly well the few times we're all gotten together.
Quinn has a sabbatical from teaching and is using it all summer for a college project.
For all of Quinn LeBlanc's intellectual abilities, I not sure Martha isn't the main bread winner while Quinn tinkers in the theoretical world of the intellectual elite.
The second time was when she married Quinn LeBlanc.
Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
"Even more so when you bathe in the pond," Quinn quipped.
Quinn swims every morning and takes along a cake of soap because he's lazy.
"I hope you don't mind mice," Quinn said with a smile as he showed us a small room behind the kitchen.
"Time for booze," Quinn announced.
Betsy opted for wine which Quinn opened a Merlot ceremoniously, toasting our engagement.
I dug in a tub of iced beer and Quinn and I toasted the two cans as we sat back on Adirondack chairs to enjoy the late afternoon.
Quinn took a long sip on his beer.
Quinn added, We didn't want to wake him, or be talking about him while he might overhear.
"He's Martha's cousin," Quinn grumbled.
"Let's take a walk," Quinn said.
I followed Quinn down to the water's edge as the women waved from whicker rocking chairs on the wide verandah.
"If that was all, he could deal with that," Quinn answered.
Quinn slapped me on the back as he looked up at the darkening sky.
Quinn lit the large stove to stave off the cold as rain pounded the metal roof above us.
Betsy and I claimed world class ability while Quinn just rolled his eyes.
"That's because the brain is the strangest tool of the body," Quinn answered.
Quinn, sensing his wife's discomfort, changed the subject back to the game.
"You're the only one who can hear the buzz," Quinn answered defensively.
Quinn stood, as if addressing a class of incoming freshmen.
I'm sure neither Quinn nor Martha is surprised and Howie is probably asleep.
Martha was mixing batter while Quinn stood at the stove, heating a frying pan.
"If they got any sleep," Quinn quipped as he poured pancake batter into the sizzling pan.
Quinn was flipping the pancakes when Martha hurried down the stairs.
Quinn asked with a frown.
Quinn didn't look pleased but he handed her the spatula and started for the door.
"You're missing world class pancakes," Quinn grumbled.
"Safe and sound," Quinn said.
Quinn thinks I should mind my own business.
I caught Quinn roll his eyes.
I could tell Quinn wanted to change the subject.
Quinn jumped up defensively.
Quinn grew more annoyed by the minute.
Quinn seemed relieved no one was blaming him or his experiments.
Today, we leave this rustic life and move to the city.
"Thank goodness," Quinn said with a sigh Betsy harbored more interest in the subject than the rest of us.
"It didn't sound very wild to me," Quinn said.
I caught Quinn nodding in agreement, but not Howie.
"That won't prove anything," Quinn grumbled, "but have at it."
Quinn said from over my shoulder, startling me.
Quinn shook his head.
Quinn had an I-told-you-so look on his face as he made a second sandwich and opened a beer.
Quinn reacted as we'd grown to expect but Howie's visions became our afternoon project.
Quinn demurred, saying he knew his settings by memory and remained downstairs with Martha.
Three of us sat around the table while Quinn continued to read in a corner rocker.