Blessing Quincy Il Novels & Stories

--- ### The First Conversation Faith, upon hearing the news, hurried over to visit. "How is he?" "I haven’t gone in yet." Faith glanced at Caitlin. "I’ll go first. If he’s talking fine, you can go next." She slipped into the room. Inside, Quincy looked weak, but his eyes were alert. When he saw Faith, a small smile touched his lips. "Faith… thanks for coming." Faith’s eyes turned red. "You idiot. If you died, who else would argue with me?" Quincy chuckled weakly. "Sorry for worrying you."

Quincy’s wispy voice rang out. “It’s me. Happy New Year’s Eve,” she greeted her. “Happy New Year’s Eve, Sharon. If you’re free in the new year, come over to spend some time with me.” Quincy invited her. Sharon smiled and said, “Sure, I need to see when I’ll be free. How have you been recently? Dayton isn’t bullying you, right?” “No, he…” Quincy suddenly paused. “What did he do?” Sharon was worried for her. “He treats me pretty well. I’m carrying his child now,” Quincy said in a sweet and happy voice.

2 After supper, Zeke Blessing wedged his old alma mater Purdue Boilermakers cap down onto his head and marched off to the fields, a fresh soda pop in hand. He spied none of the barn cats dozing in their places on the hay bales, which struck him as unusual. But his daughter Jodean was back at the pen, he could see, performing the smudging ritual again, fanning sacred smoke into the animal’s shelter and hoping against hope for . . . well, for a miracle out there. Blessing walked along, extending a wave to the lean field hand, Shaw standing up on the hill as he went by.

Her dress and walking gait is a bold combination that doesn't beg for attention but instead, DEMANDS attention. “Quincy!” Both Zuby and Brie call the name at the same time after the lady—who is now revealed to be the Quincy—reaches us. One after the other, they hug and peek Quincy’s cheeks before letting her go. “You guys look so amazing! I'm so happy to see you guys!” Quincy squeals happily, and I don't know why, but her smile is so fucking beautiful and contagious. She looks like she is glowing and happy not just because she is the birthday celebrant, but like this is who she is every normal day of her life.

There were almost a few hundred thousand people there, so Quincy was looking for a secluded place. Darryl had the Blood Battle Eight Directions’ Scripture, and Quincy wanted to force it out from him. She did not want to be disturbed by anyone. Quincy held onto Darryl tightly, and he could smell the nice scent from her body. He was surprised and angry, but at the same time, he could not help but feel happy. Quincy’s scent was nice and alluring. It was undeniable that Quincy was a goddess. She looked even sexier after having not seen her for a while. ‘Where is Quincy bringing me?’ Darryl wondered.

Quincy raised his glass in acknowledgment, smiling as he toasted the crowd. “Speaking of special moments,” Quincy continued, “I’m going to take advantage of Mr. York’s spotlight today and make a little request of my own.” Before anyone could react, Quincy pulled out a ring and got down on one knee in front of Lydia. “Lydia Fay, will you marry me?”

Queenie had helped her in prison, after all. Queenie broke into a smile, and for the next few days, she frequently came to visit Clara and Mrs. Wells. "Hey, Clara, I want to go to a church and seek blessings the day after. I heard there's a great church in town. Can you accompany me?" Queenie asked. "Besides, you're pregnant now. Maybe praying at the church will get you a special blessing to give birth to the baby safely." "I don't believe in that," Clara said. She would rather believe in the doctor than such superstitious beliefs.