The
Youngest Barksdale
Daria
Barksdale looked at Lawndale as the plane flew over on approach to the airport.
She still wasn’t sure why she had to live with Helen and her family. She would
have preferred to live with Amy. But her mother was insistent, neither Rita nor
Amy were ‘suitable’. She shook her head and focused on the town below. She
could see various sprawling subdivisions arrayed around a rather small 19th
Century core. ‘It’s more middle class. That’s what I’ll say for it,’ she
thought.
Jake
Morgendorffer waited in the Arrivals Lounge of the Lawndale Municipal Airport.
He knew why his wife had sent him there to meet her sister, she was working
late on yet another big case. ‘Not enough time for me. Not enough time for
Quinn. Now there’s not enough time for Daria either.’ As he was thinking this,
he saw Daria approaching, a short teen girl wearing an understated but well-tailored
green dress, a pair of small glasses and her auburn hair tied back in two buns
above her ears.
“Jake!”
she called, as she pulled along her two suitcases.
“Let me
help you with that.”
“Thanks,”
Daria said as he picked up one of the suitcases.
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