on finding any relatives you might have out there, anyone who could be wondering where you are. Thatâs part of my job.â
I gave him a weak smile. Good luck with that, Mr. Babcock.
Eventually Miss Timms had to go to work. âPlease call me, or stop by the library, once youâre settled,â she asked. âI want to know that youâre okay.â
âThank you for breakfast,â I replied, and I watched her walk away from me.
I spent a long time waiting in Mr. Babcockâs office. I didnât mind too much, though, since he had a shelf full of books. One of them was called The Baby-Sitters Club #4: Mary Anne Saves the Day , and I read almost all of it before Mr. Babcock said to me, âCharlotte, Iâve found a family for you to stay with. Do you want to go over to their house to meet them?â
âYes . . . â I said dubiously, holding my place in the book with my finger.
âI promise theyâre very nice,â he said. âYou donât need to worry. I know itâs been hard up to now, but youâll be safe there.â
âIâm not worried,â I told him. âI just . . . Could I stay here a little while longer? So I can finish the book?â I held up The Baby-Sitters Club #4: Mary Anne Saves the Day.
âYou know what?â he said. âYou can take it with you.â
âReally?â I squealed. âThank you ever so much, Mr. Babcock!â
He blinked a few times. âJust Chris is fine.â
He drove me over to my new house. I liked it instantly. It was brick, considerably smaller than Jake and Noahâs house, although it still had its own front yard. There were houses on either side, which made me feel betterâthe buildings on Jakeâs street were spaced so far from one another that it felt like an alien planet. Best of all, we drove past the library on the way, and the house seemed to be close by. I would be able to walk to visit Miss Timms.
A woman and man opened the door to the house as we stopped in front of it. They looked at least a decade older than my parents, maybe more. The woman was wearing trousers, an untucked button-down shirt, and silly pink sandals with big flowers on the toes. The man wore shorts with images of red fish sewn onto them.
âHi, Chris!â the woman called as Mr. Babcock and I walked up the front stairs. She gave me a small hug and a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to flinch. âYou must be Charlotte,â she said, holding me back so she could look me in the eye. âHi, Charlotte. Welcome home.â
Chapter 12
The woman introduced herself as Melanie, and the man in the fish-patterned shorts said he was Keith. They didnât offer their surnames, so I reckoned âMelanieâ and âKeithâ were just what I had to call them. I tried to anagram their names but stopped as soon as I rearranged the letters in âMelanieâ to spell âMean lie.â
Melanieâwho did not seem like a mean liarâled us into the kitchen, and she and Keith spoke with Mr. Babcock for a while until eventually it was time for him to go.
âCall me if you need anything, Charlotte,â Mr. Babcock said. âAnything at all. Hereâs my number and e-mail.â
He handed me a little cream-colored card. I stared at it and didnât say anything.
âIâll be back to check on you tomorrow,â Mr. Babcock went on. âBut remember that you can call me twenty-four seven.â
The numbers âtwenty-four sevenâ were not printed on the cream-colored card, so I didnât know what Mr. Babcock meant. I also didnât know how I would call him, even if something terrible happened and I needed help right away. I hadnât yet seen a telephone anywhere in Melanie and Keithâs house. Maybe they shared one with their neighbors.
After Mr. Babcock left, Melanie said, âLet me show you to your room, Charlotte.â
I followed her up the
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