For the record, Jenius and I are the best of best friends. We have the same interest in attending Stanford University to become something-ologists. She’s always asking me if I think she should legally change her name and have calling cards made so everyone will know how to spell it before we arrive on campus. That girl is always thinking ahead.
“Dah-ling, we must seize the day before your mother whisks you a-whay on one of her investigations.”
ED stands for Early Dismissal. ED days happen several times a year. If the teachers at Martin Hampton Middle School want us to leave early, we certainly won’t object. It had become customary for me and Jenius to entangle ourselves in some exciting nonsense on ED days. I’d much rather spend the afternoon with Jenius than with my mother.
My mother, Kaye Diggins, also known as KD, PI (Private Investigator), likes to have me at her side when she’s working a case. I’m her trusty assistant. KD keeps me around because I’m the only one in the family who can take good notes, and by good, I mean accurate. I color code everything. I will admit, there is a bit of glamour in spying on people who cheat insurance companies by pretending they’re disabled. The work is very interesting. I file mom’s PI evidence (physically and digitally) so my father, who is the insurance company’s lawyer, can find the unpleasant evidence without ransacking the place. I’m happy to help but not on an ED day.
This particular ED day was special, an autumn afternoon bursting with potential fun. Plus, I needed to tell Jenius about the Dewbabies. Unloading my secret had become priority number one. As Chosen Protector of Dewbabies, I felt certain someday I would need a trustworthy assistant, and there was no one better than Jenius Johnson. Besides, keeping a secret from my friend was making me cranky.
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