She looked around at the tidy house, the tidy children, and the plate of leftover brownies, and said, âDawn, I swear, youâre awonder. I donât know how you do it. Thank you so much. Mrs. Pike said you were a real find, and she was right.â
What could I say? All my complaints flew out of my head. So I kissed the kids good-bye and left.
Wednesday, May 20
This evning I babysat for Dawn Shafers brother Jeff. I could tell he thoght he was to old for a baby-sitter but Dawn was sitting at the Barretts and her mom had suddenly gotten tickits to a Concert and Mrs. Shaffer didnât want to leave Jeff alone at night. She called me at the last minute and luckily I was free. Sitting for Jeff was an easy job.
But! Dawn I noticed this is the second night in a row youâve sat at the Baretts. And I looked in our apontment book and you were their four times last week. Maybe you are over doing it?
I am telling you this as a freind.
And I listened to Claudia as a friend. I knew she wasnât jealous because I had so many sitting jobs. The truth was that I was practically living at the Barrettsâ. Mrs. Barrett constantly needed someone to watch the kids, and she constantly called me. A couple of times I hadnât been available, so Kristy or Mary Anne had gone, but Mrs. Barrett said the children, especially Buddy, liked me best.
It was flattering â but I was so busy! Once I had even missed a meeting of the Baby-sitters Club. Mrs. Barrett had promised me she would be home by 5:30, and she didnât get back until 6:05. If sheâd been somewhere important, say at a job interview, I wouldnât have minded so much. But sheâd just been out shopping with a friend.
On the Monday after the picnic at the Pikesâ, I finally asked Mrs. Barrett about Marnieâs chocolate allergy. I waited until sheâd returned for the evening, so she couldnât rush off.
After sheâd paid me, I said, âMrs. Barrett, could I talk to you for a sec?â
Something passed over her eyes then. It was a look â just the briefest look â of fear? Annoyance? I couldnât tell.
Anyway, we sat down in the living room and before I could lose my nerve, I said, âHow comeyou didnât tell me Marnieâs allergic to chocolate?â
âOh, dear,â said Mrs. Barrett. Sitting cross-legged on the couch in her beautifully tailored suit, she looked chic and fashionable and oh-so-put-together â from the neck down. From the neck up, she looked weary and worried. There were lines around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, and I caught sight of a few gray hairs. But I knew that she was only thirty-three years old.
She rubbed her eyes tiredly. âI didnât tell you about Marnieâs allergy?â
âNo,â I replied. âAnd I almost gave her a piece of brownie the other day. Mallory Pike stopped me just in time.â
âThank goodness,â said Mrs. Barrett. And then she added, âPoor babyâ as Marnie toddled into the living room and held her arms out to be picked up. Mrs. Barrett pulled her into her lap and rocked her back and forth.
âDoes she have any other allergies?â I asked.
âNot that we know of.â Mrs. Barrett kissed the top of Marnieâs head.
âWhat about Buddy and Suzi? I mean, is there anything else I should know?â
Mrs. Barrettâs face softened and I thought I was going to hear all about nightmares andchildish fears and favorite foods. Then it hardened again, and she said crisply, âJust one thing. If my ex-husband ever calls, donât let him talk to the children, donât tell him he can see the children, and donât tell him Iâm out. Say youâre a motherâs helper and Iâm busy.â
Mrs. Barrett looked as if she was going to say more, but a crash sounded in the playroom, followed by a shriek from Suzi.
âUh-oh,â said Mrs. Barrett. She hoisted Marnie