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fardell24The 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.
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.
