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Astrid. You'll have a pepperoni mountain dog."
Shannon dropped the slice back into the box. She pressed her lips together. Was she crying?
No, a giggle escaped. Then Tiffany stifled a laugh. Then Amanda and Max and I let out giggles of relief.
"A pepperoni mountain dog!" exclaimed Shannon.
We all laughed more loudly.
"Why don't you guys come in?" I said.
So the Kilbournes, including Astrid of Gren-ville, came inside. The five of us sat around the kitchen table and picked at the pizza. Astrid ate all the pieces of pepperoni.
Shannon asked me about the Baby-sitters Club and I told her a little about it. She seemed impressed.
When Max demanded, "Get me a napkin, Shannie," all she had to do was raise an eyebrow at him and he got it himself. Then I was impressed. Before the Kilbournes left, I offered to pay for half of the pizza. Shannon grinned. I felt as if, maybe, we were on the way to being friends.
Chapter 11.
I know this sounds mean, but I'm glad it was Claudia, not I, who had to sit for the Chicken Pox Brigade. There are eight Pike kids, including the triplets, and five of them were sick. I think I'd rather have sat for the Snobs than for kids with chicken pox. (Well, the Snobs don't seem so bad anymore.) Anyway, I did feel sorry for Claudia and Mallory. (Mallory, the oldest Pike, often helps us as a sort of junior baby-sitter when one of us has a job with her family.) They really earned their money that night. They weren't in any danger of catching the chicken pox themselves since they'd both had it, but there were five itchy, unhappy children to take care of, plus Nicky and Vanessa, who seemed unusually cranky.
Mr. and Mrs. Pike had decided to go out to dinner and a movie simply to escape from the chicken pox for awhile. They'd been nursing sick kids all week. Now the five patients were just enough better to be bored. They weren't running fevers, but they were still uncomfortable and had to stay in bed. Mr. and Mrs. Pike needed a break.
"I've set some trays out," Mrs. Pike told Claudia before she and Mr. Pike left. "I'm afraid you'll have to give the triplets, Margo, and
Claire their dinners in bed. Either you or Mallory can eat upstairs with them. The other one can eat downstairs with Nicky and Vanessa."
"Do we have to keep Nicky and Vanessa away from the kids upstairs?" Claudia asked. "I mean, so they don't catch the chicken pox?"
"Oh, no. Don't worry about that," Mrs. Pike replied. "They've been exposed all week. Now, try not to let the sick kids scratch. They're pretty good about it, except for Margo, who scratches every time she thinks we're not looking. Poor thing, she's got a worse case than the others. If any of them complains of a headache, you can give them one children's Tylenol. It's in the medicine cabinet on the very top shelf. Otherwise, just try to keep the kids happy. The portable TV is in the boys' room right now. At seven o'clock, it's the girls' turn to watch it. Mallory can help you with anything else. And the phone numbers are in their usual spot. Okay?"
"Okay," replied Claudia, who was beginning to feel a little apprehensive. Eight Pike kids were one thing; five cases of chicken pox were another.
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Pike left, Claudia heard a strange little sound, sort of a tinkling noise. "What's that?" she asked Mallory.
She and Mallory were setting up dinner trays for the sick kids.
"What's what?" replied Mallory.
Tinkle-tinkle.
"That," said Claudia.
"Uh-oh! It's the triplets. Mom gave them a bell to ring when they need something. She gave Margo and Claire a triangle."
Ding-ding.
"That wouldn't be the triangle, would it?" asked Claudia.
"Yup," said Mallory, rolling her eyes.
"Well, let's go."
Claudia and Mallory dashed upstairs. Mallory looked in on her brothers while Claudia went to the girls' room. "Hi, you two," she greeted Claire and Margo.
Claire, who is five, put a pitiful expression on her face. "Hi," she said soberly.
"What's the matter?" Claudia asked,
Shannon dropped the slice back into the box. She pressed her lips together. Was she crying?
No, a giggle escaped. Then Tiffany stifled a laugh. Then Amanda and Max and I let out giggles of relief.
"A pepperoni mountain dog!" exclaimed Shannon.
We all laughed more loudly.
"Why don't you guys come in?" I said.
So the Kilbournes, including Astrid of Gren-ville, came inside. The five of us sat around the kitchen table and picked at the pizza. Astrid ate all the pieces of pepperoni.
Shannon asked me about the Baby-sitters Club and I told her a little about it. She seemed impressed.
When Max demanded, "Get me a napkin, Shannie," all she had to do was raise an eyebrow at him and he got it himself. Then I was impressed. Before the Kilbournes left, I offered to pay for half of the pizza. Shannon grinned. I felt as if, maybe, we were on the way to being friends.
Chapter 11.
I know this sounds mean, but I'm glad it was Claudia, not I, who had to sit for the Chicken Pox Brigade. There are eight Pike kids, including the triplets, and five of them were sick. I think I'd rather have sat for the Snobs than for kids with chicken pox. (Well, the Snobs don't seem so bad anymore.) Anyway, I did feel sorry for Claudia and Mallory. (Mallory, the oldest Pike, often helps us as a sort of junior baby-sitter when one of us has a job with her family.) They really earned their money that night. They weren't in any danger of catching the chicken pox themselves since they'd both had it, but there were five itchy, unhappy children to take care of, plus Nicky and Vanessa, who seemed unusually cranky.
Mr. and Mrs. Pike had decided to go out to dinner and a movie simply to escape from the chicken pox for awhile. They'd been nursing sick kids all week. Now the five patients were just enough better to be bored. They weren't running fevers, but they were still uncomfortable and had to stay in bed. Mr. and Mrs. Pike needed a break.
"I've set some trays out," Mrs. Pike told Claudia before she and Mr. Pike left. "I'm afraid you'll have to give the triplets, Margo, and
Claire their dinners in bed. Either you or Mallory can eat upstairs with them. The other one can eat downstairs with Nicky and Vanessa."
"Do we have to keep Nicky and Vanessa away from the kids upstairs?" Claudia asked. "I mean, so they don't catch the chicken pox?"
"Oh, no. Don't worry about that," Mrs. Pike replied. "They've been exposed all week. Now, try not to let the sick kids scratch. They're pretty good about it, except for Margo, who scratches every time she thinks we're not looking. Poor thing, she's got a worse case than the others. If any of them complains of a headache, you can give them one children's Tylenol. It's in the medicine cabinet on the very top shelf. Otherwise, just try to keep the kids happy. The portable TV is in the boys' room right now. At seven o'clock, it's the girls' turn to watch it. Mallory can help you with anything else. And the phone numbers are in their usual spot. Okay?"
"Okay," replied Claudia, who was beginning to feel a little apprehensive. Eight Pike kids were one thing; five cases of chicken pox were another.
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Pike left, Claudia heard a strange little sound, sort of a tinkling noise. "What's that?" she asked Mallory.
She and Mallory were setting up dinner trays for the sick kids.
"What's what?" replied Mallory.
Tinkle-tinkle.
"That," said Claudia.
"Uh-oh! It's the triplets. Mom gave them a bell to ring when they need something. She gave Margo and Claire a triangle."
Ding-ding.
"That wouldn't be the triangle, would it?" asked Claudia.
"Yup," said Mallory, rolling her eyes.
"Well, let's go."
Claudia and Mallory dashed upstairs. Mallory looked in on her brothers while Claudia went to the girls' room. "Hi, you two," she greeted Claire and Margo.
Claire, who is five, put a pitiful expression on her face. "Hi," she said soberly.
"What's the matter?" Claudia asked,
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