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happened?â
Paris frowned. âI was finishing practice when Conrad came in. He didnât even touch his own guitar. Just accused me of being a rich kid and then tried to take my money.â
Kateâs nodded shrewdly. âI knew that leopard wouldnât change his spots,â she said, her voice warming with anger. She turned back to Paris. âThe guy is a total jerk, and extortion is no joke.â
âI can handle it.â Paris swung his guitar case onto his shoulder. âIâm on to him now.â
Kate shrugged as they walked out the door of the music room. âLucky itâs history weâre late for,â she said with a grin. âDo you think Professor Tooth will be interested in our excuse?â
Paris shook his head. âHey, this is my problem and Iâll deal with it, okay?â He looked from Kateâs face to Darrellâs. âDonât say anything to the principal. Iâll handle Conrad.â
Darrell shrugged. âIf you say so. I donât think itâs going to help, though. Conradâs just going to get worse.â
âWeâll see,â said Paris. He grabbed his backpack and led the way out the door.
The following Saturday dawned clear and cool with signs in the sky of a beautiful late October day. Darrell lay in bed looking through the large, curved glass window that formed a part of the tower wall. It gently distorted the view outside, magnifying the sky into an unending plane of pale, clear blue.
The door flung back on its hinges as Lily bounded into the room. Her wet hair was knotted into an untidy tangle on top of her head and she dropped a large pile of wet clothes and towels into a heap on the floor. âI canât believe you guys are still asleep! Iâve already been swimming for an hour and Iâm starving.â
The smell of peppermint shampoo seeped through Darrellâs sleep-muddled brain. She frowned at Lilyâsback and peeked over at Kateâs bed. A tousled red head emerged for a moment from under the covers and then disappeared under a pillow. Lily shook her head disapprovingly and glanced at her watch. âKate Clancy, if you didnât stay up so late playing computer games, youâd be able to enjoy this beautiful morning.â
No response.
âDid you hear me, Kate?â Lily persisted.
A gentle snore was the only reply. Lily sighed and rolled her eyes. âNothingâs changed from the summer term, I can see.â
Darrell sat up in bed and mustered a weak smile.
âOh, well. Itâs her loss. Iâm going down for breakfast.â Lily threw a wet sock at Darrell, her good humour restored. âJoin me?â
âNo thanks. Iâm still a bit sleepy. I think Iâll wait for Kate.â
âWhatever.â Lily scooped up her laundry and headed briskly for the hall, closing the door behind her with a shade more energy than was strictly required.
âIs she gone?â The muffled words emerged from the tumbled pile of covers on Kateâs bed.
âYeah.â
âThank God. She is altogether too cheerful in the morning. At least you need to have coffee before you start being so loud.â
âIâm never that loud!â Darrell replied indignantly. âAnd the good thing about Lily and her early mornings is she is always asleep before eight oâclock at night. Leaves us free to do other things.â
Kate emerged, rubbing her eyes. âSuch as?â
âWell, the sunâs out. Feel like a hike?â
Kate groaned. âFirst Lily, then you. Whoâs responsible for all this energy around here?â
Darrell swung her legs over the bed and reached for her prosthesis. âThe truth is, Brodie suggested that we go back to the cave for a look around today. And itâs finally stopped raining.â
Kate peered blearily through the window. âI should have known the fossil geek was behind this.â She glanced shrewdly
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