Dirk and Quinn on the day of Evangeline Hopkirk’s Funeral
Well, I’m glad I have your approval.
You ought to be.
She’s pissed cos we cheated, Quinn.
[He puffs out his cheeks, staring at her in confusion, as if someone else being mad at him for something that’s mostly resolved is the strangest thing in the world.] Why? That’s none of her business. It’s none of anyone’s business.
Why do you think?
The pregnancy thing? [his voice drops, his eyes narrowing slightly] I don’t…I don’t really know why you two would fight. Aren’t you like…besties?
Your face is really obnoxious, but you don’t hear me complaining. Yes, Quinny boy, my mission in life is to bug you until you drop dead. Apparently it is working so I’m just going to continue.
Well you’re really good at it, bothering me, and why would you ever want to stop doing something they’re good at?
I’m just kidding Quinn…I take it you read the article.
I did. I take it you’ve been getting cozy with Hugo Luca and not telling me.
Frustrated. Had a row with Sessy.
Why would my two girls get into an argument?
Of course, what are friends for? It’s Friday, are we going to drink or what? I missed you, Quinn.
I dunno about drinking. Gotta be a role model for my baby sis.
Of course not. I have better things to do with my time than listen to that bint. Like spend time with my bloke.
That’s right. Spending time with me is what you should be doing with all of your time. [He drags her into his arms, grinning from ear to ear.] How have you been, dear?
I don’t believe it was an option.
Are you trying to bother me? Because if so, gold star. You’re really obnoxious.