Mr. Quincy's words had once again swayed Mrs. Quincy.
"You really know how to read a situation."
Mr. Quincy smiled. "Remember this."
"I'll remember."
After Mr. Quincy left, Mrs. Quincy led May Sutton and her daughter to the family housing compound.
The door was locked.
She knocked gently twice, giving the person inside a heads-up. "Ian, it's me."
After a long moment, Ian Quincy's hoarse voice came from inside. "What are you doing here?"
May Sutton raised her voice. "Why do you sound like that? Don't tell me you and Cecilia were up all night?"
Mrs. Quincy turned to look at May Sutton. It was just as Old Quincy had predicted. She chided softly, "Mrs. Sutton, it's early in the morning, and the hallway is busy. Who exactly are you trying to announce this to?"
May Sutton gave her own cheek a light tap. "Oh, this mouth of mine," she said in a low voice. "Please don't mind me. I was just worried about the children getting flustered."
The words had barely left her mouth.
