A-List Quinn

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Pushing open the door Sara happily dived into the warmth even being huddled into her hate and scarf had not helped her against the biting bitter cold. She'd run as fast as she could from the bus thankfully she'd been wearing sneakers today.

Closing the door behind her blocking out all the negativity from the day spent standing on her feet pouring coffees and fixing up muffins and bagels when her sister was a star she knew how much she lacked, yet what could she do she was a loser thirty-one-year-old who still lived with her parents.

It was no wonder someone like Quinn Wilson didn't look twice at her or even remember her name.

"Sara is that you?"

" Yes, Mom. " Sara replied as she took off her coat, hat and scarf taking a deep breath before she entered the room and met her mother.

Dinah smiled. "Hi, oh goodness you look like crap."

" Wow, thanks Mom you are the best. " Sara rolled her eyes sarcastically. "You are just what I needed today, to finish the day off." She threw herself onto the sofa burying her head into the pillows.

"That bad of a day huh?" Dinah asked sitting down next to her.

" The worst, firstly the morning rush was intense, and someone lost a wallet, then the woman I've been crushing on for years comes in, at lunchtime a big dude stands on both my feet he nearly broke them, and on the way home I was nearly run over by an idiot on a skateboard. "

Dinah took a deep intake of breath, Sara was so very unlike Laurel, Laurel was the perfect daughter but Sara had always had more of a rebellious streak, she was unhappy Dinah knew that she could see it every day in lurked in the depths of her blue eyes, and she was worried about her youngest daughter.

The older woman lifted her hands to run through her daughter's hair she'd done this very action when she was a child when she'd had a nightmare or she was upset, it had never failed to work then, but now, now it was different adult problems was always harder to solve.

"Who is this woman darling, and is she single?" She could be hopeful at least for her to find someone to share her life with, Sara tried to hide her various brief flings but Dinah knew of them.

" No, she's engaged. " Sara's muffled voice replied.

"Oh, well I'm sorry Sara, but that is life, there was someone like that for me he was engaged to another woman, I thought my whole world was going to fall apart, then I met your father, we married and had two wonderful daughters."

" One wonderful daughter and one screw up loser. " Sara replied holding a pillow over her head to block out anything around her.

Dinah rolled her eyes at her daughter's dramatics. "If you say so, come on enough wallowing in self-pity come and help me with dinner your father is going to be late tonight."

" Of course he is, he has a career. "

"So do you, Sara."

Sara lifted her head up from the pillow her blonde hair wildly covering her face. "Are you crazy? I give out coffee Mom and take their spare change, it's hardly the stuff that they put you on Time magazine for."

" You've heard about Laurel. "

"Of course I have, I heard from my dream woman which was nice, I could see the look in her eyes, so it's just you who is the loser in your family," Sara said depressed.

Dinah found herself rolling her eyes again, there was no helping her tonight she was useless in this state, instead, Dinah decided to give in and go ahead and finish making dinner if anything at least her hunger would be quenched. "If you say so dear, now come and help me."

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