"Martin, Ann M - Baby-sitters Club 009 - The Ghost at Dawn's House" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)
Chapter 1.
Aughhh!"
"Hi! Hello!"
"Oh, wow! Look at your tan! That's disgusting!"
"Your hair, Dawn! It's even blonder than before!"
It was the first meeting of the Baby-sitters Club since Kristy, Claudia, Stacey, Mary Anne, and I (Dawn Schafer), had been separated. It had been our longest separation since the beginning of the club. Two whole weeks. And we'd been scattered from here, in Stoneybrook, Connecticut, all the way across the country to California.
Claudia Kishi and her family had taken a trip to a resort in New Hampshire. Mary Anne Spier and Stacey McGill had gotten jobs (through the Baby-sitters Club) as mother's helpers, and
had gone to Sea City, a New Jersey beach, with the Pike family. Poor Kristy Thomas hadn't gone anywhere. She'd stayed here.
I was the one who went to California. I went with my little brother, Jeff. Our parents got divorced last winter and Mom moved Jeff and me from nice, warm California to freezing cold, snowy Connecticut. (Well, it was cold and snowy when we moved here. Now it's August, and hot and humid.) Mom chose Stoneybrook because she grew up here, and her parents still live here. Anyway, it was sort of a messy divorce, and Jeff and I hadn't seen Dad in ages, so Mom arranged for us to spend the first two weeks in August with him.
We got to fly by ourselves and everything. Since we were traveling alone, we were given all sorts of special attention. One stewardess slipped us free headphones. We saw European Vacation, starring Chevy Chase. Jeff laughed so hard he nearly got sick, but he recovered in time for dinner and managed to collect extra desserts from all the people around us who didn't want theirs Ч five in all. (Ordinarily, we're really into health food, but Jeff goes sort of crazy over chocolate cake.) Next, Jeff collected all the packets of salt, pepper, nondairy creamer, instant coffee, sugar, and Jiffee Tow-
elettes he could find. He saved them in a barf bag. The barf bag is now sitting on his bureau at home.
Anyway, you'd think the airplane was the highlight of our trip, but of course it wasn't. What came next was not just California, but two weeks of Disneyland Daddy Ч you know, two weeks with a guy who hasn't seen his kids in months and feels really guilty. Guilty enough to take time off from work and give them a whirlwind vacation of beaches, amusement parks, shopping, dinners in restaurants, movies, treats, surprises. ... It was spectacular Ч except for the fact that a Disneyland Daddy doesn't feel like your father anymore. But I guess he's better than no father at all.
However, California was over now, and I was back. All the members of the Baby-sitters Club were back. And we still had two glorious weeks of summer vacation left before we began eighth grade.
As usual, we gathered for our meeting in Claudia's bedroom. Claudia is the vice-president of the club and the only one of us who has not just her own phone, but her own personal phone number. She's even listed separately in the Stoneybrook telephone directory as Kishi, C.
"Well, let's get down to business," said Kristy, our president. Kristy was the one who'd had the original idea to form the club.
The Baby-sitters Club is really more of a business than a club. The five of us meet three times a week at Claudia's. People call us when they need a sitter. They're willing to wait until our meetings to call, because they reach five of us at once, so they know they're practically guaranteed a sitter. No more calling all over town to track down someone available.
We're very official and responsible about running our club. This is mostly due to Kristy, even though she does get bossy about things every now and then. We keep a record book full of information Ч the phone numbers and addresses of our clients, an appointment calendar, and a list of our earnings. (We each get to keep whatever money we make, but Kristy always likes to know how the club is doing overall.) We also have a notebook, a sort of diary, in which we're supposed to write up every job we go on. Then we pass the book around so we can all read what's happening with our clients. It's very helpful. But sometimes it's a pain Writing about the jobs. Not all of them are that interesting. Of course, there was the time Kristy ended up dog-sitting in-
stead of baby-sitting. And the time Mary Anne was baby-sitting for a little kid-who got really sick, and found out just how helpful the 911 number can be in a real emergency.
Kristy opened the record book to the appointment pages in case a phone call should come in.
She leaned back in the director's chair and crossed her arms. "I move that we start this meeting by discussing the baby-sitting experiences we've had over the last two weeks."
(We'd all done some sitting, even Claudia and I, who'd technically been on vacation.)
Claudia grinned. "I move that before we start talking, we have a little snack," she said.
Claudia, the junk-food addict, pulled a book off her shelf, opened it, and removed a bag of chocolate kisses. It was a hollow book! Claudia has candy and stuff hidden all over her room, but she'd never gone so far as to use a hollow book before!
"Where'd you get that?" I asked.
"Ahem," said Kristy impatiently.
Claudia hurriedly passed around the candy, which Stacey and I turned down. (Stacey's a diabetic Ч no sweets for her.) Then she replaced the kisses in the book and tossed a package of crackers to Stacey and me.
"Let's start with Mary Anne and Stacey," I suggested. "I bet they had the most interesting experiences."
Mary Anne and Stacey, by the way, are our secretary and treasurer. (In case you're wondering, I'm the official alternate officer. I take over the duties of anyone who has to miss a meeting.)
Mary Anne and Stacey looked at each other. They exchanged a grin.
"You start," they said at the same time. Then they laughed.
I couldn't help feeling just a teensy bit jealous. Mary Anne is my best friend in Sto-neybrook. She was the one who introduced me to Kristy and the others and got me into the club. Of course, Mary Anne already hadra best friend (Kristy), but she's kind of shy, and she's always been envious of Stacey, who's sophisticated and grown-up. Now it looked as if Mary Anne and Stacey shared something Ч something the rest of us weren't a part of.
"I'll start," Stacey said after a moment of
giggling. "First of all," she began, crossing her long legs, "we had a great time. I like the Pikes Ч all of them Ч a lot." (There are eight kids in the Pike family.) "We did the usual beach stuff Ч swimming, sunning, miniature golf. Claire is still going through that silly stage. She calls everybody a silly-billy-goo-goo. Vanessa has decided she wants to be a poet, so she speaks in rhyme."
"Really?" I said. I couldn't help laughing.
"Yup. It's true. And Byron can swim, but he's afraid of the water. It turns out he has a lot of fears."
"The most important thing about the Pike kids," added Mary Anne, "is something thaf s going on between Nicky and the triplets." (Nicky is eight. The triplets Ч Byron, Adam, and Jordan Ч are ten.) "Nicky wants to play with his brothers, but they don't like to have him around. They say he's babyish. But if they won't play with him, that only leaves the girls, and Nicky says he doesn't like girls. So . . ."
"Trouble," I said, nodding. This was important, since I sit for the Pikes a lot.
"Now tell us about you, Dawn," said Stacey. "I've never been to California."
So I told them about Jeff and the trip and my Disneyland Daddy. "I only did a little baby-
sitting," I added. "Twice I sat for the kids who'd been my favorites when I lived in California. They were our next-door neighbors. I mean, they are. I mean, they're still Dad's next-door neighbors. There are two kids, five and eight. And you won't believe what their names are. Clover and Daffodil."
"What?" screeched the others.
"Yeah. My dad says their parents were hippies in the sixties. Flower children, he calls them. I'm not sure what that means."
"It must mean you have to name your children after flowers!" Kristy hooted.
We all began to laugh.
"Anyway," I went on, "they remembered me, and we were really glad to see each other. They cried when I left. They thought I'd come back to California for good."
"Oh, that's sad," said Mary Anne. Mary Anne is probably the most sensitive one of all of us.
"Yeah," I said. "But I'm sure I'll see them again. The next time I visit my dad."
"What about you, Claud?" asked Stacey. "Who'd you sit for?"
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