"Babysitters Club 007 Claudia And Mean Janine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Babysitters Club)"It's The Guinness Book of World Records, silly."
"It's The Guinness Book of World Records, silly," I mimicked her. Janine ignored me. "My turn!" She rolled the dice and landed on a geography space. Mimi read her a question. "The equator passes through what three South American countries?" "Ecuador, Brazil, and Colombia," replied Janine without even thinking. And also managing to say them with a perfect Spanish accent. What did she do - memorize all five thousand game questions? Janine rolled again. And again and again and again. She answered one question after another and was halfway to winning before it was Mimi's turn. Mimi got three right in a row. My turn again. Unfortunately, I landed on a history spot. That's my worst subject of all. "Who was known as The Little Corporal?" asked Janine. I hadn't the vaguest idea. "Kermit the Frog," I replied. Janine made a face at me. "No. Napoleon Bonaparte." She didn't even check the answer on the back of the card. "You're making that up!" I accused her. "Show me the card!" Janine showed me. "See? It was Napoleon Bonaparte." (Who was Napoleon Bone-apart?) Janine's turn. She went around and around the board, and then managed to land in the special space for her final question. "Goody. We get to choose the category," I said to Mimi. "Let's give her sports." "All right," said Mimi, smiling. I pulled out the next card. "What was Babe Ruth's actual name?" "Oh, easy," said Janine. "It was George Herman. That's it. I won!" "Cheater!" I cried. "You looked! You must have looked!" "I did not," Janine retorted. "I just knew it." "Nerd!" Janine slammed the board shut and walked off in a huff. "Claudia," said Mimi, "that was not nice. It was not called for." Mimi closed her eyes. "I am very tired, Claudia. I think I will go to bed now." "But it's only eight o'clock," I said. "Good-night, Claudia." Mimi rose and walked slowly toward her bedroom. She closed her door. Chapter 5. I felt terrible. I sat at the kitchen table and stared at the folded-up game board and the scattered playing pieces. Mimi was hardly ever cross with me. After a while, Janine came back. "Where's Mimi?" she asked. "She went to bed already." "Oh. Well, I wanted to say that in case you're wondering, I won't tell Mom and Dad about The Phantom of Pine Hill." "Huh?" "You made a mistake earlier." "While we were playing the game? Yeah, you're right. I made lots of them." "What I mean is that when I asked you about the book the McWhirter twins originated, and said that you have a copy of it in your room, you answered the question with, 'The Phantom of Pine Hill.' Now, you know that Mom and Dad don't permit you the Nancy Drew serial, so you are probably regretting the fact that you accidentally admitted that a book from that serial is in your room. I just wanted to assure you that I will not report this to Mom and Dad. I'm also assuming that Mimi knows about Nancy Drew and has agreed to a pact of silence. Is that correct?" I wasn't entirely sure what Janine was saying. I had a lot of food hidden in my room, but no cereal. And until Janine brought it up, I hadn't even realized what I'd said about Nancy Drew. However, I decided that "thanks" might be a safe answer. "Thanks," I said. "You're welcome. Am I right about Mimi? She knows about Nancy Drew?" I sighed. "You're right. But you're wrong about the cereal." Janine looked confused. Then she sat down across from me and shook her head. "Goodness," she said. "What?" "I - sometimes I wish I were as close to Mimi as you are." "Well, maybe if you'd leave your computer alone for fifteen minutes, you'd be closer to all of us. You act like you're married to that thing. Does it make a nice husband?" Janine rolled her eyes. "That's ridiculous!" "Oh, so now I'm stupid and ridiculous!" I shouted. |
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