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"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," he said, "but I did overhear you say that you were sort of in a jam."
"We are," said Kristy. "See, we run this business called the Baby-sitters Club." Kristy explained how the club had started and how it works. "So you've really done a lot of sitting?" she added when she'd finished.
Logan nodded. "I've got a nine-year-old sister and a five-year-old brother, and I sit for them a lot. And I used to baby-sit for our neighbors, too, when we lived in Louisville. I haven't found anyone to sit for here, though." Logan paused. "I've even taken care of babies. I don't like changing diapers, but . . ."He shrugged as if to say, "It's just part of the job."
"How late can you stay out at night?" asked Kristy.
(We were all staring at Logan. Not one of us could take her eyes off him.)
"Oh, I don't know. I guess about ten-thirty on a weeknight. Maybe midnight on Fridays and Saturdays."
"Super!" exclaimed Stacey.
We all nodded. (I was thawing out.)
"Want to come to our next meeting?" asked Kristy abruptly. "I mean, just to see what the club's all about?"
"Sure," replied Logan. Kristy told him when it was, and then he unfolded his long legs from under the cafeteria table and returned to the boys he'd been sitting with.
"Way to go!" exclaimed one of the boys.
"Yeah," added another. "All those girls. Are you ever lucky."
Suddenly I found myself beaming. The boys were jealous of Logan because of MS. Not only that, Logan was going to attend our next meeting!
Chapter 5.
Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck before the next meeting of the Baby-sitters Club. I was sitting for Jamie and Lucy Newton, and Mrs. Newton had said she'd be back between five and five-thirty. When she showed up at 4:45,1 had never been so glad to make an early getaway. I ran home, locked myself in the bathroom, and studied myself critically in the mirror. My hair is mouse-brown, but it looks okay if I let it flow down over my shoulders. My dad used to be really, really strict, and he made me wear it in braids, but not anymore. Now I wear it loose. If I just brush it and leave it alone, it ripples nicely, kind of as if I'd had a body wave, which I haven't.
I brushed my hair one hundred times. I don't have any makeup, but I do have some jewelry, so I put on a pair of small hoop earrings and a gold chain bracelet that used to belong to my mother. Then I took off the sweat shirt I'd
been wearing and put on a bright vest over a short-sleeved white blouse. I looked . . . not bad.
When it was only five-fifteen I ran to Clau-dia's. I was not the first one there. We were all excited about Logan Bruno. I met Stacey and Kristy at the front door, and when we reached our club headquarters, we found Claudia and Dawn already lying on the bed. They were eating popcorn.
"I can't wait!" Claudia was squealing.
"I know," said Dawn. "He is so adorable."
They were talking about Logan, of course.
Kristy practically bounced into the director's chair. I trailed after her, the last one into the room.
"Hey!" exclaimed Claudia. "You look nice, Mary Anne!"
"Thanks," I replied, blushing.
There was dead silence.
I didn't think I looked too different, but I must have, because all at once, everyone realized what I was doing.
"It's for Logan, isn't it," said Stacey softly, not even asking a question. She knew she was right.
"Of course not," I replied.
"Oh, come on, Mary Anne. You can tell us. We're your friends."
But just then the doorbell rang. Claudia sprang off her bed and dashed out of the room, through the hall, and down the stairs. A few seconds later, we heard the front door open. Then we heard two voices, one male and one female.
Logan had arrived.
Now, I don't know about Claudia, but there has never been a boy in my bedroom. (I mean, a boy who counts. Kristy's little brother doesn't count.) What would a boy have thought of my horse books and Snowman, my white teddy bear? What would a boy have thought of my lacy pillow sham or Lila, my antique doll?
I looked around Claudia's room. There were the four of us, the bowl of popcorn, and this rag doll of Claudia's named Lennie. Before Claudia and Logan reached the top of the stairs, I stuffed Lennie under the bed. Then I checked Claudia's bureau to make sure there was no underwear sticking out of drawers or anything. Her room wasn't too neat, but it seemed safe.
I cleared a spot on the floor for Logan.
I cleared it next to me.
"Hey, everybody," drawled Logan's familiar voice.
There he was, framed in Claudia's doorway.
He looked more handsome than ever.
Claudia was settling herself on the bed again. "Come on in," she said. "Pull up a patch of floor." She began to giggle.
Logan grinned and sat next to me. "Mary Anne, right?" he said.
I nodded. But my tongue felt as if someone had poured Elmer's glue on it and then covered it with sawdust.
"Let me make sure I have this right/' Logan went on. He looked at each of us in turn. "Claudia, um, Kristy . . . Dawn?" (Dawn nodded.) "And Stacey. You, I know."
Stacey smiled charmingly.
"So," said Logan. "What do we do here?"
(I loved his southern accent. I loved it!)
Kristy, Claudia, Stacey, and Dawn all began to talk.
"We answer the phone."
"People call in."
"We find the record book."
"We look in the treasury."