Thursday, 21 April 2022

Mysteries of Lawndale - Night of the Coffee House - Part 9

 Part 9

“Did you have to tell the police officer I had suspicions?” Dewey asked as they walked away from the café.

 

“I didn’t have to,” Daria responded. “But I want to cultivate a working relationship with her. It is off to a good start so far.”

 

“I suppose. But I won’t say anything until we’re at your place.”

 

“I wasn’t going to ask until we were there.” They continued walking in silence.

 

 

Stacy came out of the school building to where Quinn and the boys were waiting. “Sorry I’m late, Sandi wanted to go through the latest Waif,” she said nervously.

 

“She hasn’t been giving you a bad time about being in the Mystery Club, has she?” Quinn asked.

 

“Not really,” Stacy murmured.

 

“Stacy…” Quinn prompted with concern.

 

“Yes!” Stacy said. “Not in so many words of course. But in her expressions when I mention it!”

 

“I’m going to have to talk to her,” Quinn groused.

 

Stacy was alarmed. “No! That will make it worse!” she said while waving her arms.

 

“Something needs to be done,” Quinn said. “It’s not right that she’s giving you a hard time.”

 

Stacy nodded. “Maybe call her out at the next Fashion Club meeting.”

 

“Maybe,” Quinn considered. She looked at the three bored looking boys. “But we better get going.”

 

“Please!” Jeffy said.

 

“Oh, sorry!” Stacy said.

 

 

Jane looked at the clock. 3:30. Detention was only half over… She closed her eyes with fatigue. She then started! Ms. Morris had slammed a ruler on her desk.

 

“Attention, Lane!” she said. “You will not sleep in detention!”

 

Jane grumbled.

 

 

Daria and Dewey arrived at the Morgendorffers. “Would you like a snack before we talk?” Daria asked once they were in the kitchen.

 

“Sure,” Dewey said nervously.

 

Daria opened a couple of cupboards. “Fruit and biscuits are here, and the chocolate is here.”

 

“Thanks,” Dewey said as he took a few biscuits.”

 

Daria poured a couple of sodas, and then placed the picture on the table. “So, who is it?” she asked.

 

Dewey then told Daria his suspicions.

 

 

Quinn and her friends soon arrived. Dewey was still there, watching Sick Sad World on the living room TV. “Dewey?” Quinn asked.

 

“I was telling Daria something,” Dewey responded.

 

“Oh?”

 

“You’ll find out tomorrow night.”

 

“Daria usually tells me if she finds something,” Quinn said as she and her friends headed to the kitchen.

 

 

“Hi, Quinn, Stacy,” Daria said.

 

“We’ve helped too!” Joey said.

 

“You have?” Daria asked as she poured more drinks.

 

“Yes. We’ve helped Quinn ask people about the sketches,” Jeffy said.

 

“Very good, Jeffy,” Daria said.

 

“Where’s Jane?” Stacy asked.

 

“Detention,” Daria answered.

 

 

“Detention? Why?” Quinn asked.

 

“Ms. Morris thinks the Mystery Club is a waste of time and no excuse for Jane being late to Homeroom,” Daria answered. “She is someone for me to keep an eye on.”

 

Quinn nodded.

 

“She’s hard on people who she thinks are slackers,” Stacy added.

 

“So, what did Dewey say?” Quinn asked.

 

“You’ll find out tomorrow night,” Daria answered. “Suffice it to say, that he gave me the name of someone currently attending Lawndale High.”

 

“I understand,” Quinn said. There had been many times in Highland that Daria had to keep information close to her chest, as it were.

 

“Oh no!” Stacy said in slight panic.

 

“Relax, Stacy, Daria knows what she’s doing,” Quinn said reassuringly.

 

“I hope so.”

 

“But we should discuss what we are doing tomorrow night,” Daria said.

 

“Sure, but shouldn’t we wait for Jane to get here?” Stacy asked.

 

“Of course,” Daria said. “But first we’ll talk about what we have done today.”

 

“Sure,” Dewey said.

 

 

Detention finally ended. “You will be on time tomorrow, Lane!” Ms. Morris stated, her imitation of a drill instructor impeccable.

 

“We’ll see!” Jane said.

 

“Exactly like Summer and Penny!” Ms. Morris murmured as Jane left the room.

 

 

‘I’m not like my sisters,’ Jane thought yet again as she arrived at the Morgendorffers at close to five.

 

“Jane?” Quinn asked when she opened the dor.

 

“I’m fine. I just don’t like Ms. Morris.”

 

“Daria told us what happened,” Quinn said as she let her in.

 

‘Of course,’ Jane thought.

 

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