The First Party Part 3
That afternoon, Jane and Stacy met Daria
and Quinn outside the Morgendorffer residence again.
“So, this afternoon?” Stacy asked.
“You know about Brittany’s party this
weekend, right?”
“Sure.”
“We’re going to walk to the edge of Crewe
Neck and back,” Daria said.
“Good idea,” Quinn said.
“Yeah,” Stacy agreed.
“Let’s go,” Jane said.
The four of them soon set off, heading
south towards Crewe Neck through the neighbourhoods that made up the area of
Lawndale that was usually called ‘Lawndale West’. They zigzagged through the
streets. Daria thought that that would give them all a better feel of the area.
They had reached the edge of Lawndale
West, and indeed Lawndale’s main urban area when they heard someone call out to
them.
Daria turned. “Hello?”
“Daria, is it?”
“Yes, and you are?”
“Aleesha.”
“Last name, Nibblett,” Stacy whispered in
Daria’s ear.
“Right,” Daria said. She looked at the
African American teen. (It really wasn’t a mystery why Lawndale was so white.)
“So you are wondering why I’m going towards Crewe Neck?”
“Not really. I know that Brittany did
invite someone new to her party.”
“Right,” Daria said.
“The Mystery Club is also interesting.”
“You can ask at the office tomorrow.”
“Sure, so can I come now?”
“I can’t stop you.”
“Cool.”
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived
outside Crewe Neck. “So what now?” Quinn asked.
“We go back to our place, along different
streets,” Daria answered.
“OK,” Quinn said.
An hour later, all five arrived at the
Morgendorffer residence. They sat around the kitchen table.
“Your parents must be rollin’ in it,”
Aleesha commented.
“Huh?” Daria said. ‘Why would she say that?
Are her parents struggling?’
“This is a large house,” Aleesha said.
“I suppose it is,” Daria said.
“Our old house was smaller,” Quinn said.
“Right...”
“I think they want to know what they do,”
Jane said.
“Ok, Dad’s a Consultant who also dabbles
as a Private Investigator,” Daria said.
“And Mom’s a lawyer,” Quinn said.
“That would explain that,” Aleesha said.
“And your parents?” Daria asked.
“My Mom stays at home, Dad is a mechanic,”
Aleesha clarified. She looked at Jane.
“If we’re doing this, sure. Dad’s a
photographer and Mom’s a pottery designer.”
“Mom is manager of a store in Cranberry
Commons, Dad is also a mechanic,” Stacy added.
“Right,” Daria said, making a mental note
to write it all down later. She took out the notebook. “So what did we notice
about the neighbourhoods we walked through?”
Friday,
3 October 1997
Aleesha entered the office.
“Hi, Ms. Nibblett, how can I help you?”
the receptionist asked.
“I would like to join the Mystery Club.”
“More people joining. Ms. Li is going to
be curious. What is it about that club?”
“Are you new here?” Aleesha asked.
“No.”
“This town is very mysterious.”
“I guess I have to spend more time outside
the school,” the young receptionist said. She handed a copy of the paperwork to
Aleesha.
“Thanks,” Aleesha said. She quickly filled
out the forms.
That afternoon after school, Daria, Quinn
and Stacy approached Jane’s house.“So, what are we doing again?” Stacy asked.
“Jane’s brother is going to drive us
around Crewe Neck,” Daria asked.
Stacy glanced at the early Seventies car
in the driveway. “In that?” she asked.
“I’m sure it’s safe,” Daria said.
“Sure,” Stacy said.
“Look past the appearance. No one will
take notice of us in it,” Quinn said.
Trent Lane heard a knock at the door.
‘That must be Janie’s friends,’ he thought. He opened the door.
Daria was surprised when the door opened.
She hadn’t expected Jane’s brother to be so, handsome.
“Hello,” he said.
‘Must speak! Must speak!’ “Hi.”
“You must be Daria. Janie said that you’re
coming.”
“You must be Trent,” Daria said.
“That’s right, you can all come in.”
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