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I can tell you're very hungry, so I think I'll fix you dinner instead. Your mom won't mind if I use the kitchen, will she? Now let's see," I rushed on. "My specialties are monkeys' liver, braised goat's tongue, and rabbit brains. You know Mrs. Porter across the street?"
"Morbidda Destiny?" whispered Max. (My stepsister, Karen, has all the kids around here thinking that lonely old Mrs. Porter is a witch whose real name is Morbidda Destiny.)
"Right. I get all my herbs and spices from her," I told the Snobs.
Both Max and Amanda were staring at me incredulously. Suddenly Amanda's face broke into a smile. "That's a joke, right?" she said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "It's a joke."
"You're funny," Amanda said. "Come on. Let's play Snail."
"I thought you wanted a snack."
"Nah. We already had one."
"Monkey's liver!" cried Max, giggling. "Hey, did you ever hear that gross song? It goes, 'Great big globs of greasy, grimy - ' "
"Max!" Amanda shrieked. "Don't sing that! It makes me sick. . .. I'll race you to the chalk."
Amanda and Max and I were halfway through our game of Snail, and the Snobs had run indoors for drinks of water, when a white van drove up the Delaneys' driveway. Large red letters on the sides spelled PIZZA EXPRESS. The driver jumped out and approached me with a flat white box.
"You Kristy Thomas?" he asked. "Here's your pizza."
"My pizza?"
"Yeah. You and your friend called about half an hour ago. The gigglers?"
It took a second for this to sink in. Then, in a flash, I realized what had happened. "Oh," I said, with a little laugh. "You want Kristy Thomas. Right. Well, I'm - I'm just the babysitter. Genevieve. Kristy is next door. With her, um, giggly friend. You'll recognize her right away. She's got long, wavy blonde hair. She wants the pizza over there. Really," I added when the deliveryman looked at me skeptically.
"You're sure about this?" he said as he climbed back into the truck.
"Positive," I replied, glad the Snobs hadn't heard me telling lies.
I watched the truck back down the driveway, turn into the street, and head for the Kilbournes'. I ran to the front of the Delaneys' house for a better view, and hid behind a shrub just in time to see Shannon and Tiffany answer their door, argue with the poor pizza guy, and then crossly shove some money into his hand as he gave them the pizza.
The next thing I knew, Shannon and Tiffany were marching angrily over to the Delaneys', followed by Astrid of Grenville.
"Uh-oh," I said. I dashed around the corner of the house and into the garage, where I bumped into Amanda and Max. "Indoors," I hissed, and pushed them inside before they could say a word. As soon as the door was shut behind us, we heard a ding-dong.
"I'll get it!" cried Max.
"No, don't - "I started to say, but it was too late.
Max was racing to the front door. He threw it open. Shannon, Tiffany, and Astrid were standing on the Delaneys' steps. Shannon was holding a wobbly PIZZA EXPRESS box. Grease stains were appearing on the sides.
"You owe me money," was the first thing Shannon said.
"Who, me?" I asked innocently.
"Yes, you. The deliveryman said someone named Genevieve sent him over to our house with a pizza for Kristy Thomas, and then he described me."
"So why do I owe you money?" I asked. "My name isn't Genevieve."
"Why?" Shannon spluttered. "You know very well why. You told him your name was Genevieve and my name was ..."
"But you started this whole thing. You ordered the pizza. I just outsmarted you," I said maddeningly.
Shannon narrowed her eyes. "You horned in on my baby-sitting territory. My sister and I used to be the only sitters around here." She opened the box and began to ease a gooey slice away from the rest of the pie. "How'd you like pizza in your face?"
"No! Don't throw it!" shrieked Amanda. "Mommy and Daddy just had the hall painted. And the fish fountain cost two thousand dollars!"
Shannon hesitated long enough for me to say, "You throw that at me and I'll throw it back at
"Morbidda Destiny?" whispered Max. (My stepsister, Karen, has all the kids around here thinking that lonely old Mrs. Porter is a witch whose real name is Morbidda Destiny.)
"Right. I get all my herbs and spices from her," I told the Snobs.
Both Max and Amanda were staring at me incredulously. Suddenly Amanda's face broke into a smile. "That's a joke, right?" she said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "It's a joke."
"You're funny," Amanda said. "Come on. Let's play Snail."
"I thought you wanted a snack."
"Nah. We already had one."
"Monkey's liver!" cried Max, giggling. "Hey, did you ever hear that gross song? It goes, 'Great big globs of greasy, grimy - ' "
"Max!" Amanda shrieked. "Don't sing that! It makes me sick. . .. I'll race you to the chalk."
Amanda and Max and I were halfway through our game of Snail, and the Snobs had run indoors for drinks of water, when a white van drove up the Delaneys' driveway. Large red letters on the sides spelled PIZZA EXPRESS. The driver jumped out and approached me with a flat white box.
"You Kristy Thomas?" he asked. "Here's your pizza."
"My pizza?"
"Yeah. You and your friend called about half an hour ago. The gigglers?"
It took a second for this to sink in. Then, in a flash, I realized what had happened. "Oh," I said, with a little laugh. "You want Kristy Thomas. Right. Well, I'm - I'm just the babysitter. Genevieve. Kristy is next door. With her, um, giggly friend. You'll recognize her right away. She's got long, wavy blonde hair. She wants the pizza over there. Really," I added when the deliveryman looked at me skeptically.
"You're sure about this?" he said as he climbed back into the truck.
"Positive," I replied, glad the Snobs hadn't heard me telling lies.
I watched the truck back down the driveway, turn into the street, and head for the Kilbournes'. I ran to the front of the Delaneys' house for a better view, and hid behind a shrub just in time to see Shannon and Tiffany answer their door, argue with the poor pizza guy, and then crossly shove some money into his hand as he gave them the pizza.
The next thing I knew, Shannon and Tiffany were marching angrily over to the Delaneys', followed by Astrid of Grenville.
"Uh-oh," I said. I dashed around the corner of the house and into the garage, where I bumped into Amanda and Max. "Indoors," I hissed, and pushed them inside before they could say a word. As soon as the door was shut behind us, we heard a ding-dong.
"I'll get it!" cried Max.
"No, don't - "I started to say, but it was too late.
Max was racing to the front door. He threw it open. Shannon, Tiffany, and Astrid were standing on the Delaneys' steps. Shannon was holding a wobbly PIZZA EXPRESS box. Grease stains were appearing on the sides.
"You owe me money," was the first thing Shannon said.
"Who, me?" I asked innocently.
"Yes, you. The deliveryman said someone named Genevieve sent him over to our house with a pizza for Kristy Thomas, and then he described me."
"So why do I owe you money?" I asked. "My name isn't Genevieve."
"Why?" Shannon spluttered. "You know very well why. You told him your name was Genevieve and my name was ..."
"But you started this whole thing. You ordered the pizza. I just outsmarted you," I said maddeningly.
Shannon narrowed her eyes. "You horned in on my baby-sitting territory. My sister and I used to be the only sitters around here." She opened the box and began to ease a gooey slice away from the rest of the pie. "How'd you like pizza in your face?"
"No! Don't throw it!" shrieked Amanda. "Mommy and Daddy just had the hall painted. And the fish fountain cost two thousand dollars!"
Shannon hesitated long enough for me to say, "You throw that at me and I'll throw it back at
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