"Martin, Ann M - Baby-sitters Club 004 - Mary Anne Saves the Day" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)

Dawn smiled slightly. "Where did your mother grow up?" she asked. I guess she wanted to change the subject.
"In Maryland, but she's dead. She died a long time ago."
"Oh." Dawn flushed. Then she slipped the movie cassette in the VCR. Soon we were wrapped up in The Parent Trap.
"What a great movie," said Dawn with a sigh when it was over.
"I know. One of my favorites." I looked at my watch. It was 5:15. "I better go," I said. "This was really fun."
"Yeah, it was. I'm glad you came over," said Dawn.
"Me, too."
We clattered down the midget staircase.
"See you tomorrow!" I called as I left. I ran all the way to Claudia's house. My stomach was tied up in knots. It was time for a meeting of the Baby-sitters Club.
I had no idea what to expect.
Chapter 5.
On the way to the Kishis' house, I told myself that if Claudia answered the door, it would be a good sign. It would be easy for her to let someone else answer it, so if she made the effort, then it probably meant she wasn't so mad anymore.
I rang the bell.
Mimi opened the door. She looked worried. "Hello, Mary Anne," she said solemnly.
"Hi, Mimi." I hesitated. Usually, I run right upstairs. "Claudia's here, isn't she?"
"Yes, of course. Stacey is here, too. ..."
I knew she wanted to say something more, but was too tactful.
"Well, I'll go on up, too. See you later, Mimi." I walked up the stairs, dashed by Janine's room, and entered Claudia's.
There were Stacey and Claudia. Stacey was sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at her hands. Claudia was seated stiffly in her director's chair, gazing out the window. Neither one spoke when I entered the room.
Rememt╗ering what had happened at Kristy's house that morning, I decided not to be the one to make the first move. I sat down tentatively on the floor.
The phone rang. Claudia was nearest to it, so she took the call. "Hello, the Baby-sitters Club. . . . Oh, hi. ... Saturday morning? . . . Okay . . . okay. I'll call you right back. . . . Good-bye."
Finally, I thought. Now someone will have to say something.
Claudia hung up the phone. "The Johans-sens. They need someone for Charlotte on Saturday morning. Who's free?"
"I am," said Stacey to her hands.
"Mary Anne?"
I shook my head.
"I'm not, either," said Claudia. "I guess it's yours, Stacey."
"Fine." Stacey managed to look pleased through her anger. Charlotte is her favorite kid.
"What about Kristy?" I asked.
"She's not here," said Claudia shortly. "And she knows the rules. She made the rules. If she doesn't phone to tell us she'll be late or she can't make it, then she misses out on jobs. I'll call Dr. Johanssen and tell her that she Ч " Claudia shot a dirty look at Stacey "Ч will be baby-sitting." When she turned to dial the phone, Stacey stuck her tongue out at her.
Claudia finished the call and hung up. No one saifl a word.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. When it was on its third ring, Claudia said, "Somebody else get it this time. I'm not a slave."
I answered it. "Hello? . . . Oh, hi, Mrs. Thomas. Is Kristy sick or something? . . . She's where? . . . Oh. No, it's not important. . . . For David Michael? Sure, I'll call you right back." I hung up. "Kristy," I said, in case anybody was interested, "is over at the Shil-labers' house, and Mrs. Thomas needs someone to watch David Michael on Thursday afternoon. . . . I'm free."
"So am I," said Claudia.
"So am I," said Stacey.
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