Baby-Sitters Club 123

by Ann M. Martin

  When I reached my room, I dumped my books on the bed, found a Hershey bar I'd hidden in an old purse in my closet, took a big bite, then made myself sit down at my desk and open my science book. I needed to write up a report of an experiment we'd done in class this week. I'd taken notes and planned to draw a diagram to go along with the answers to the questions assigned. Maybe I'd receive extra credit for the drawing, to make up for what I might lose for misspellings.

  Before I could sit down at the desk, the phone rang. It was Peaches.

  'Are your parents gone?" she asked.

  "They're gone. It's me and Janine." I knew my favorite aunt would understand what I meant.

  "What about dinner? Do you know what you're going to have for dinner?" she asked.

  "Janine has it under control." "Maybe I should talk to Janine." "She's in the kitchen. Maybe you could call her on the other phone," I suggested. "I'm doing homework." "Homework. Absolutely. Your mother mentioned that you were to keep up with your homework. I'll let you go. Call me if you need anything." " 'Bye, Peaches." I hung up.

  The family phone rang about half a dozen times as I finished my science homework and started my math, but Janine never said anything, so I supposed the calls were for her.

  I was working on my last math problem when Janine called me to dinner.

  After I washed my hands, I headed to the kitchen. But Janine was in the dining room.

  The table was set with Mom's good china and silver and there were candles burning - along with the overhead light.

  "Everything looks awfully nice," I said.

  "I thought our first night on our own was cause for celebration," Janine explained. "Spaghetti?" "I love spaghetti!" "The sauce is something new - garlic, olive oil, fresh tomatoes, and a variety of spices. I hope you enjoy it." "It's good," I said in between bites.

  "You should eat some of the salad also." Janine pushed a bowl toward me.

  "Thanks. Great meal." I meant it. Spaghetti is one of my absolute favorite foods in the whole world. "Who called so many times?" "Peaches, then Russ, then Russ again, then Peaches again. I was almost glad when the last call was someone trying to sell us a long-distance service." "What did Russ and Peaches want?" I asked.

  "To know if we knew the number at the hotel, what I was fixing for dinner, and whether we needed anything from the store." She shrugged, then said, "I almost forgot the garlic bread." Janine handed me a basket.

  "With all the work you did on the meal, you must have a ton of homework to do after dinner," I said hopefully.

  "I finished most of it in study hall, then completed the remainder while the food was cooking," Janine said. "It won't interfere with our time." She was determined that we spend the evening together. "Save room for dessert," she added as I reached for more spaghetti. "Vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce served with blondies." 'Are you sure there isn't someone else in the kitchen?" I turned around and pretended to search.

  Janine had finished her meal, so I ate a few more bites of salad, then pushed my chair back. "I'll do the dishes since you fixed the meal." I stacked the plates, then the bowls.

  "Finish your homework. I'll load the dishwasher, then navigate to the virtual art exhibit I was telling you about. By then you should be ready." Janine nodded her head in the direction of the steps.

  "That sounds great," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

  I only had a little bit of English left once I'd finished my math. I still had hopes that I'd find time to call Josh and Stacey, after Janine and I bonded a little.

  My phone rang. I reached for the receiver, expecting Peaches. It was Joanna. She had a question about her social studies homework for me, Claudia Kishi. I like being the source of information for a change rather than the one who needs help.

  "Who's on the phone?" Janine was at the door to my room.

  I covered the mouth of the receiver. "Joanna." "Tell her hi. And I called up that Web site." Janine backed away.

  "I have to go. My sister wants to show me something on the computer. Talk to you tomorrow." "This is a partial showing of works collected by Catherine the Great, the Russian empress." Janine pointed to the oil painting reproduced on her computer screen, when I joined her a few minutes later.

  "How do you get to the next screen?" I asked. In spite of myself, I wanted to see what else Catherine had owned.

  Janine clicked the mouse and the picture changed to a hunt scene. The colors showed up very well on the computer screen. I reached for the mouse and clicked. The screen went blank. "What happened?" "Let me see." Janine took control of the mouse again. While she was absorbed in finding the way back to the artwork, I decided to call Stacey.

  "My parents will be back on Sunday afternoon," I was saying when Janine appeared at the door again.

  "Who is it this time?" she asked.

  "Stacey." "Hi, Stacey! Tell her that I found a wonderful fashion Web site." "Janine found something about fashion on the Internet she thinks you'd like." I relayed Stacey's response to Janine. "She said maybe she can look at it when she comes to the next BSC meeting." "I found it rather by accident," Janine confessed, "but I thought of Stacey immediately." I smiled and nodded, trying to listen to Janine and Stacey at the same time.

  "I recovered the display," Janine went on.

  "I'll be there in a minute. Stacey, I have to go. Maybe I can call you back a little later. I want to know what was in the letter from Ethan. See you!" "Now the screen is frozen," Janine said when I finally rejoined her in her room.

  "I'm going to call Josh while you're working on it." I hurried back to my room and punched in his number. He answered so quickly that I thought he must have been waiting by the phone.

  "How's your first night without parents going?" he asked.

  "The without-parents part is good, but the with-sister bit is a little odd. Janine wants us to do stuff together. You should see the look in her eyes when she talks about it. I feel as if I'm some new math problem she's determined to solve." "Did you have much homework? Joanna called to ask me about the social studies assignment." "Too simple," Josh said.

  "Is that Josh?" Janine was back.

  I nodded.

  "Give him my regards." I repeated the message.

  "Regards back to her," Josh said.

  I repeated that. There I was in the middle again. Maybe I could act as a central switchboard. All my friends could call in, and I'd pass messages back and forth between them. That would let them know one another better. It wouldn't be as good as a party, but...

  "Josh, I have to go. Janine and I have something to discuss. Talk to you tomorrow." I hung up.

  "What do we have to talk about?" Janine asked.

  Something incredible had just occurred to me. And this weekend would be the perfect time for it. Mom and Dad hadn't said anything about not having friends over. Now if I could just convince Janine.

  "Now that I've moved back to eighth grade, I don't have much time to spend with Joanna, Jeannie, Shira, and Josh," I began.

  "I'm sure that's a problem," said Janine.

  "And my BSC friends haven't had a real chance to mix with my seventh-grade friends," I continued.

  Janine nodded.

  "Mom and Dad didn't say anything about not having friends over, so I was thinking about inviting everybody here for awhile on Saturday night?" I made it sound like a question and crossed my fingers that Janine would say it was okay.

  "Mom and Dad are certainly well acquainted with all of the BSC members. They don't know the seventh-grade contingent quite as well, although they've seemed pleased with your new friends," Janine said, staring at a spot above my head. "I don't see any harm in a simple gathering." Yes! I was going to have my party.

  Chapter 8.

  After spending the afternoon baby-sitting for the two older Kormans, Dr. Kristy still couldn't come up with a diagnosis for their problems. She said that after only two hours, she felt as if she'd been there for two days. Even Mrs. Korman seemed to be discouraged.
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  "No matter what Bill tells you, he is still grounded," Mrs. Korman said to Kristy as she bundled Skylar into a jacket and prepared to leave.

  It had been almost a week since the pushing incident. Kristy was surprised that Bill was still grounded. Her surprise must have shown on her face, because Mrs. Korman went on to explain, "Last Saturday was the worst incident, but he seems to be unable to say one positive word to his sister." "Sometimes he has to stay in his room the whole evening," Melody said.

  "Skylar and I will be gone for an hour or so," Mrs. Korman said, opening the door to the garage. "You have my cellular phone number if you need anything." " 'Bye, Skylar. 'Bye, Mom." Melody gave each of them a kiss.

  Kristy looked up the stairs as the door closed. "Maybe I should say hi to Bill." Melody shrugged. "He's not going to say anything to you. And if he does, it will be mean." After listening to the reports about Bill's behavior from Mrs. Korman and Melody, Kristy wished she didn't have to go upstairs, but she knew she should at least tell Bill she was there if he needed anything.

  Melody followed her up the stairs but hung back when Kristy knocked on Bill's door.

  "What do you want?" he asked, flinging open the door.

  "Hi to you too, Bill," Kristy said.

  "Hi, Kristy," he answered in a slightly nicer tone. "The brat isn't with you, is she?" "If you're talking about Melody, no. But we did want to know if you wanted to come downstairs and play Yahtzee. In fact, I challenge you. I need to make up for the last time you beat me." "Yahtzee? You and me?" Bill asked, his frown disappearing.

  "And Melody," Kristy added.

  Bill's expression grew sullen again. "If I have to play with her, then can David Michael and Karen come over?" "You're grounded," Kristy reminded him.

  "But that only means I can't go anyplace." "I don't think so. Your mother said you were grounded, and she didn't say you could have friends over." Bill's eyebrows formed a single line above his eyes.

  "Then may I invite David Michael and Karen over?" Melody asked from behind Kristy.

  "David Michael and Karen won't want to come over if they have to be in the same room with doggy breath," Bill said. He started to close his door, but Kristy moved her foot so he couldn't.

  "They will too. They like me as much as they like you," Melody cried, tears welling in her eyes.

  "Call them and see," Bill said.

  "No one is calling David Michael or Karen or anyone else to invite them over here. You're grounded, Bill," Kristy said firmly. "Melody is trying to be nice and figure out a way to go around the rules, but it isn't going to work." "If David Michael was here, we could play in my room, and Karen and bug eyes could play in her room. I wouldn't be talking to her at all," Bill pointed out. "In fact, I promise not to say one bad thing if David Michael comes over." Kristy shook her head. "That's not the way it works. You show me you can be decent to Melody, then you'll be able to have friends over again. You can start right now by telling her you're sorry for the things you've said just now." Bill stuck out his tongue at his sister. "You 80 ruin everything," he yelled, and closed his door.

  Kristy removed her foot just in time to avoid having it crushed by the door.

  "I don't ruin everything," Melody said.

  "You shouldn't take anything he said seriously." Kristy put her arm around Melody.

  "But Bill has had to stay home for almost a week now." "That's a long time isn't it? Sometimes words hurt as much as pushing. But the words 'I'm sorry' can ease a lot of pain." Kristy raised her voice to make sure Bill heard what she was saying.

  "I'm not going to apologize to her, so you can save your breath," Bill yelled through the door.

  Kristy sighed. She needed to talk to the BSC members about this one. Maybe seven minds would be better than one. "Come on, Melody. You want to play Yahtzee?" Chapter 9.

  First Bill tried to talk me into letting Karen and David Michael come over to play even though he was grounded, then he said terrible things to Melody, then he refused to apologize." As soon as she called the meeting to order, Kristy had asked the rest of us what we thought was going on at the Kormans'.

  "It sounds like a replay of what happened on Saturday. Although, that was physical. Bill pushed Melody and could have hurt her that day," Abby said.

  "This was just words, but that can still be painful," Kristy reminded her.

  At Kristy's comment, Mal looked up, then back down quickly. Words certainly could hurt, and Mal knew it.

  "I'm supposed to baby-sit for Bill, Melody, and Skylar on Sunday afternoon," Mary Anne put in.

  "Maybe what they need is something that forces them to work together," Jessi suggested.

  The rest of us nodded in agreement. But what? I wondered.

  "We have until Sunday to come up with something. We'll all work on it and call you if we have any suggestions," Stacey said to Mary Anne.

  "Great," she replied, sounding relieved.

  I looked around at my friends, then cleared my throat. "How would you guys like to come to a party?" I asked.

  "A party? Where?" asked Stacey.

  "For what?" asked Jessi.

  "What kind of party?" said Abby.

  "Who'll be there?" Mal wanted to know. Everyone but her had sat up a little straighter and looked a little brighter when I asked the question.

  "Right here, Saturday night, starting at seven and lasting until nine-thirty or so. Remember when I was trying to think of a way that you guys could get to know my seventh-grade friends a little better? That's what it's for." "Sounds like fun," said Stacey.

  "I've already talked to Shira, Joanna, and Jeannie. And Josh," I added. "They've all said they'll be here. I was waiting for the meeting to invite you guys. Do you think you'll be able to come?" "Logan and I were planning to watch a video on Saturday night at my house," said Mary Anne. "Could he come too? I mean, you don't want Josh to be the only boy." "That's a good idea. Do you want to call him or should I?" "I'll talk to him tonight," said Mary Anne.

  "Have you told Shannon about the party?" asked Kristy.

  "I'll call her." I picked up the list I'd been working on ever since Janine had said yes, and I added call Shannon after rent a video and order pizza.

  "What about Anna?" Abby asked.

  "Sure. Ask her," I said. "I'm leaving the asking up to you guys." This would bring the total number of people to what? Ten or eleven? That was still a small group.

  At six, everyone except Mary Anne and Stacey left. "Your parents agreed to let you have a party when they're out of town?" Stacey asked.

  "They didn't say I couldn't, and Janine said it was okay," I replied.

  "Janine said what was okay?" My sister stuck her head inside the doorway.

  "That I could have a party tomorrow night," I said.

  "I thought it sounded like fun." Janine stepped inside the room and sat down in the director's chair. "Don't you guys?" Mary Anne and Stacey nodded.

  "I'm thinking about the food. What do you like to eat? I know Claudia will say chocolate, but what about everybody else?" Janine asked.

  "I thought we'd have pizza," I reminded her.

  "We can have pizza too, but what about dessert?" Janine said.

  "You seem to have things pretty much under control," Stacey said, slipping her arms into her denim jacket and grabbing her backpack.

  Mary Anne stood up too.

  "But I could use help planning games. I wouldn't usually have games, but since the whole idea is for people to get acquainted, I thought games would be a way to break the ice," I said. I didn't want Stacey and Mary Anne to leave. They kept glancing at Janine, as if waiting for her to leave first. But Janine seemed to be glued to the chair.

  "Games?" she mused. "I could develop a trivia game, perhaps. Something challenging but not too challenging." "I think I may have enough games after all," I said quickly.

  "I'll talk to you tomorrow," Stacey said to me. "Casual?" "Definitely." "And I'll invite Logan," said Mary Anne.

  "Thanks. See you later."
As Mary Anne and Stacey walked out of the room, the telephone rang. Janine and I reached for it at the same time, but she pulled back.

  "Hi, Claudia. It's Peaches," my aunt said. "How are things going?" "Good." "Are you eating dinner?" "Not yet. The BSC meeting just ended." "BSC meeting? Even with your parents gone? Oh, well. I'm sure they thought of that before they left. Janine was home, wasn't she?" "Yes, Janine was home." I looked at my sister and rolled my eyes. What had happened to my fun-loving aunt Peaches?

  "Russ and I thought the two of you might like to join us tomorrow evening for dinner," Peaches continued.

  "Dinner? Tomorrow? Saturday?" I stammered. "Urn..." "Claudia, ask Janine how she feels about coming over," Peaches said.

  "It sounds like fun, but," I paused, "Janine and I were planning something . . . special. A sister thing." Janine's head snapped up and she smiled at me, nodding and giving me a thumbs-up.

  "You and Janine? A special sister thing?" I could hear the disbelief in her voice. Peaches and Mom are as different as Janine and I are.

  "That's right. Me and Janine." "That will be nice," said Peaches, sounding doubtful. "Have a good time. And be sure to..." "... call if we need anything," I said, finishing her sentence for her.

  "All right. 'Bye." I hung up the phone. "That was Peaches," I told Janine. "She wanted us to come over tomorrow night. I didn't think she needed to know about the party." "I think you're correct. And the special sister thing sounded nice." Janine's eyes gleamed. "I'm feeling very excited about both your party and the special sister thing. What did you have in mind? Perhaps a sister slumber party?" "Maybe," I said, not wanting to commit myself yet. "But Janine, let's concentrate on the party." "Yes, first things first." She sailed out of the room.

  I decided not to worry about what she might expect on the sister front. I had a party to plan. I needed to come up with some games. I wanted people to talk to one another, get acquainted. I could see how easy it would be for Josh, Shira, Joanna, and Jeannie to end up on one side of the room and the BSC members on the other - like boys and girls at sixth-grade dances. So how could I make sure everyone mixed?