"Martin, Ann M - Baby-sitters Club - Super Special 01 - Baby-sitters on Board!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)

What a meeting it was. Stacey told us about Marc Kubacki, and Mary Anne burst into tears. When she'd calmed down, Mary Anne told the others about Alexandra, and I told them about Timothy.
"But," Mary Anne finished up, "I don't think I'll keep in touch with Alex. We could never be friends. She lies for the sake of lying. How could I trust her?"
I didn't feel that way about Timothy at all, but I didn't have to say a thing. Everyone had seen us together. And I knew I'd remember
his kiss for the rest of my life. The only thing that could have made that moment better was a photo Ч a picture of us that I could look at whenever Ч
Wait a sec!
"You guys!" I cried. "I've got it! I've got it!"
"What?" shrieked my friends.
"I know what to give the Brewers and the Pikes!"
"What?" they shrieked again.
"We'll put together albums full of photos of the trip and of their kids. We've all been taking pictures. I bet we've got tons of great shots. We can organize the albums to show everything from boarding the Ocean Princess to our last day here at Disney World. And then we can write about the trip. A sort of diary to go with the pictures."
Everyone began exclaiming things like, "Fantastic!" and "Super idea!"
And Kristy said, "Now that's meaningful."
Then we started trying to remember just what pictures we had taken. The list was long. And good. Karen Brewer with her manicure, the boys looking for treasure. Stacey thought she'd gotten one of Claire and Margo with Marc Kubacki.
"Okay," said Kristy. "So what we do when we get home is have our film developed right away, and buy two nice albums, and some notebooks to write in. We can pay for everything with money from the club treasury. Then we'll ask the other kids to help us. This meeting is adjourned."
Kristy.
Our trip is over. I can't believe it. We got up early this morning, packed, ate a very fast breakfast in the coffee shop, and then everyone who was on the trip waited outside the hotel. It was a sea of people and luggage.
Buses started arriving. Most of us were going to the Orlando airport to catch flights home. What a mob scene.
The airport was even worse because we all wanted to say our good-byes. Of course, my family and friends and the Pikes were flying home on the same plane. But we had new friends to say good-bye to.
I saw Dawn and Parker, and Claudia and her "Secret Admirer," trying to say private farewells. It wasn't easy. The airport was crowded. They must have felt like fish in a bowl with everyone watching them.
I saw Stacey with the Kubackis. First she spoke to Mr. and Mrs. Kubacki. After a few minutes, both she and Marc's mother opened up their purses and took out pens and pads of paper. They were probably exchanging addresses. Then they put their things away, and Stacey leaned over to talk to Marc. After a moment, he wrapped his skinny arms around her neck in a tight hug. Stacey gave him a kiss good-bye. As she straightened up, I could see that she was struggling not to cry.
Not too far away, Mary Anne was talking to Alexandra Carmody. They exchanged addresses, too, but I knew Mary Anne would never write to her.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.
Mr. Staples was standing behind me.
I grinned at him.
"Well," he said, "guess this is it."
"I guess so."
"You know, I've got six grandchildren. All boys. Great kids. But if I had a granddaughter, I'd want one just like you."
"Thanks," I replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "And if one of my grandfathers were alive, I'd hope he was just like you,"
"Well . . . hmphh," said Mr. Staples, but I could tell he was pleased.
"Hey," I went on, "there's always Nannie. You two should really get acquainted."
"Don't know about that. I'm not much on long-distance relationships. How does your nannie feel about Arizona?"
"I have no idea," I said. "Can I give her your phone number and address?"
"Do you have them?"
"No, but I want them Ч so we can write to each other. And so I can maybe call you from time to time. Watson would let me, I think. You could tell me about your grandsons."
Mr. Staples looked thoughtful. "Zach is just your age," he said.
"Really? Where does he live?"
"Seattle."
"Oh. I'm not big on long-distance relationships myself. But you and I Ч we could be pen pals or phone pals. Couldn't we?"
" 'Course we could."
"Great." I opened my knapsack and found some paper and a pen. I'd bought the pen at the Magic Kingdom. On the cap was a picture of Mickey Mouse dressed as the Sorcerer's Apprentice.
I scribbled out my address and phone number and gave the slip of paper to Mr. Staples. He folded it in half very carefully and stuck it in his shirt pocket behind a couple of pens.
"Now you," I said.
Mr. Staples dictated his address and phone number to me.
"I'm warning you," I said. "As soon as we get to Stoneybrook, I'm going to make a copy of this for Nannie." I waved the paper at Mr. Staples.
He smiled sadly at me. "You're one in a million, kiddo," he said gruffly.
"Aw, come on. I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Attention, please!" A tinny voice filled the air. "Now boarding Flight Three Sixteen to Tucson, Flight Three Sixteen to Tucson."
"Well, that's me," said Mr. Staples.
Suddenly I didn't know what to say.
I don't think Mr. Staples did, either. At last he just held his arms out. I gave him a big hug around his waist. Afterward, Mr. Staples had to blow his nose three times before he could pick up his suitcase. When he was ready, he waved to me. I waved back.