Baby-sitters Club - Mallory On Strike Part 5

"The Wednesday meeting of the Baby-sitters Club is officially called to order," Kristy said as the numbers on Claud's clock changed from 5:29 to 5:30.

I had arrived ten minutes early, but that didn't make my stomach feel any better. It was doing flip-flops inside me. I had made a very important decision, and the time had come to break the news to my friends.

Kristy was dressed in sweat pants and a T-s.h.i.+rt that said, "Go Krushers!" on the front. She flipped up her visor and asked, "Is there any new club business to discuss?"

I wanted to make my announcement, but I hesitated.

"The club notebook isn't quite tip to date," Kristy continued. "No one has written in it for a few days."

Claud winced. "I'm one of the guilty ones. I had two jobs this week and I haven't written a word."

Kristy, in her stern president's voice, said, "We have to keep the notebook up to date. Because," she flashed a big smile, "that's one of the things that helps make us such great baby-sitters."

I wished she hadn't said that. My stomach did a triple somersault.

Stacey was holding the manila envelope containing the dues in her lap. "We're in good shape moneywise," she said, "so if anyone wants to buy new supplies for their Kid-Kits, let me know next Friday."

"I can't believe I heard Stacey McGill say that," Dawn joked to the rest of the club. "Old tightwad?"

Everyone burst out laughing at the look on Stacey's face. Everyone except me, that is. Their laughter just made me feel worse.

"I am not a tightwad," Stacey protested, putting her hands on her hips. She tilted her head up and said, with as much dignity as she could muster, "I'm just frugal."

Of course that made everyone laugh even more. I looked at the clock. Five minutes had pa.s.sed. The calls from clients wanting to book jobs would start coming in any second, so it was now or never. I had to make my announcement. I raised my hand.

"Excuse me, you guys, but I have an important announcement to make." My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Is it about Miss Frugal?" Claudia giggled, nudging Stacey in the ribs. Stacey swatted at her to stop, but she was grinning.

I closed my eyes and said the words really fast. "It's about me and the BSC. I would like to be demoted."

There was dead silence. Finally Kristy spoke.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

I opened my eyes and shook my head. "No."

Jessi, who was sitting next to me, grabbed my hand. "Mallory, that's silly."

I looked Jessi square in the face. "I've done a lot of thinking about this, and I just don't feel I'm qualified to be a member. I really think you should make me an a.s.sociate member, like Shannon or Logan."

Everyone started talking at once, trying to convince me to change my mind. Finally Kristy put her fingers to her lips and whistled loudly for everyone to be quiet. Then she turned to me and asked, "Why do you think you're not qualified to be in the BSC?"

"I'm a terrible sitter. Last week I wasn't paying close attention, and Buddy Barrett nearly cut his foot off."

"That could have happened to any of us," Mary Anne said.

"But it didn't. It happened to me. All because I wasn't paying attention."

"Maybe," Kristy cut in. "But when you saw that he was hurt, what did you do?"

"I carried him into the kitchen, made sure his foot was elevated, then wrapped it, applying pressure to make the bleeding stop," I said, rattling off my answer like a paragraph out of a first aid book.

Kristy nodded solemnly. "You did everything right. I'd say you're a very good sitter."

"But I'm a terrible club member. Look at last week. I was late and didn't even apologize."

"Okay." Dawn leaned forward on the bed. "But you told us about the story you're writing and the pressure you're under at home, and we understood."

The rest of the girls in the room murmured their agreement with Dawn.

"But I'm not able to take any new jobs. And you've already had to call an a.s.sociate member to take my place. Let's face it, I'm really letting you down."

"Mal, that's just not true!" Jessi protested.

"Besides, every job you turn down just means more money for us," Claud teased.

"That's right!" Kristy agreed, but I didn't feel any better. In fact, I felt worse. I was making my friends work harder and they were trying to make me feel good about it.

"You're just in a slump," Mary Anne said, smiling sympathetically. "You'll be able to take more jobs soon. I just know it."

"I don't know when I'll be able to take another job," I said, my voice getting tighter and louder. "So please demote me. If you don't, I'll quit!"

There. I'd said it. Jessi gasped in horror. Mary Anne's eyes instantly filled with tears. Claud dropped the candy bar she was unwrapping onto her lap and stared at me, openmouthed.

"Quit?" Stacey and Dawn repeated in barely a whisper.

Kristy sat very still. No one had ever voluntarily quit the BSC. It was unthinkable.

The silence that followed my announcement was agony. Luckily, the phone rang. Claud answered it in a very subdued voice. She nodded her head several times, murmuring, "Mm-hmm," then hung up. "The Prezziosos need a sitter for Thursday."

Mary Anne sniffed loudly as she examined the work schedule. "It looks like Dawn can take that one."

Dawn nodded, and Claudia called Mrs. Prezzioso back. The phone rang several more times, and everyone carried on mechanically, answering the phone and speaking in a monotone. I hadn't realized how my announcement would affect the club. I hadn't realized how hard it would hit me. I felt hollow inside.

Five minutes before the meeting was over, Kristy adjusted her visor and sat up in her chair. "Mal, I think you need time to think about this. So I propose that you take two weeks off from the club and baby-sitting."

"But what about - "

Kristy answered my question before I could ask it. "The rest of us will cover for you. That way you can finish your story and have some time to think things over."

Jessi, who looked sadder than I had ever seen her, turned to me and whispered, "Please say yes, Mal."

I glanced at Jessi and then back at Kristy. I still didn't feel good about letting the others carry my workload, but I really didn't want to quit the club. "All right," I murmured, "I'll try it."

"Good!" Kristy said as the numbers of the digital clock turned from 5:59 to 6:00. "Then we'll see you back here in two weeks. And this meeting of the Baby-sitters Club is adjourned."

Two weeks seemed like an eternity. I felt as if I were about to take a long trip all by myself, and it made me feel sad. And lonely.

Chapter 10.

Watson Brewer's home is a mansion. Even with Kristy and her three brothers, her new sister, and her grandmother, it never feels crowded. That's why it's nice when Kristy's little stepsister and stepbrother come to stay. They make the mansion seem more full.

Usually Kristy loves spending time with Karen and Andrew. But she had already made plans to spend Sat.u.r.day with Mary Anne. She'd reserved the evening for her stepbrother and stepsister.

Kristy had just put on her yellow rain slicker and was about to leave to meet Mary Anne when Watson burst into the foyer, explaining about the phone call he had just received.

"Sorry," he added, as he pulled his trench coat off its hook and grabbed an umbrella from the stand, "but your mother and I have to go over to Stoneybrook General. Fourth floor. Intensive care. Watch the children."

"Wait a minute," Kristy protested. "Why can't Nannie do it?"

"She's bowling," her mother reminded her. As Mrs. Brewer s.n.a.t.c.hed up her own coat and scarf, she added, "And Sam and Charlie are with their friends."

Kristy bit her lower lip in frustration. She was already running late to meet Mary Anne. "But when will you be back?"

"We don't know."

The front door shut and Watson and her mother were gone.

Kristy felt as if the rug had been pulled out from under her. Watson hadn't even said, "Please." He'd just given her an order, and suddenly she had to cancel her plans.

Emily Mich.e.l.le was standing in the hall, clutching her teddy bear. Her parents had left without even saying good-bye to her. A tear ran down her cheek as she looked up at Kristy and said, "Cookie."

"All right, Emily." Kristy scooped her sister up in her arms and carried her into the kitchen. "Let's go call Mary Anne. Then we'll both have a cookie. Maybe that will make us feel better."

Moments later, Emily was sitting on the kitchen counter, happily munching on a chocolate chip cookie, when Karen ran in, followed closely by David Michael, who was carrying a jar full of his latest collection of beetles.

"Tell David Michael to leave me alone!" Karen cried.

David Michael, grinning devilishly, said, "What's wrong, Karen? Don't you like having a jar full of beetles in your face?"

Andrew flew into the room with a towel pinned to his shoulders. "I'm Superboy," he cried. "I'll save you."

"Oh, no, you don't!" David Michael held up his jar full of bugs, like a s.h.i.+eld. "These beetles are magic and can suck all your power out of you."

Emily Mich.e.l.le studied the bugs and her face clouded up again. "Waaaaaah!"

"Everybody, be quiet!" Kristy shouted over the hubbub. "You're scaring Emily Mich.e.l.le."

Normally that would have shut the kids up - if the doorbell hadn't rung.

"That's for me!" David Michael shouted. "My friend Carver Ensign is coming over to play."

"What?" Kristy cried. "n.o.body told me about this." She was already entertaining four children. Five was pus.h.i.+ng the limit.

"Mom said it was okay," David Michael called over his shoulder as he galloped toward the front door. Andrew and Karen hurried after him, anxious to see the visitor. Emily Mich.e.l.le forgot about her tears and demanded, "Down!"

Kristy set her on the floor, and she followed her brothers and sister into the big foyer. David Michael opened the door and Boo-Boo, Watson's fourteen-pound cat, tore into the house, nearly tripping Emily in the process. He was soaked from being caught in the rain.

Carver, a blond-haired boy with gla.s.ses, stood in front of his parents on the front porch. "Hi, David Michael," he said, rubbing his hand across his nose.

"Come on in." David Michael swung back the big front door to reveal his four brothers and sisters, Boo-Boo the cat, and their dog, Shannon, who had trotted in from the living room to see what all the commotion was about. They stood in a tight clump, as if they were posing for a family portrait.

Carver's mother took one look at all the kids and pets and asked, "Where are your parents, David Michael?"

"They had to go to the hospital," Kristy said, grabbing Emily by the back of her pink overalls to keep her from running out the door. "I'm David Michael's sister, Kristy."

Instead of saying, "How do you do?" or "Pleased to meet you," Mrs. Ensign turned to her husband and frowned. "Oh, dear, I thought his parents would be here."

"It was an emergency," Kristy explained, feeling a little irritated that the Ensigns were ignoring her. "Otherwise, I'm sure my mother would have phoned you."

"Come on, Carver," David Michael said. "I'll show you our house. It's huge. It's even got a third floor."

"That might be haunted," Karen added mysteriously. She has a pretty wild imagination and likes to believe that the attic is haunted by the ghost of Old Ben Brewer, her great-grandfather.

"A ghost!" Carver cried with glee. "Let's go look."

"Hold on a minute, son." Mr. Ensign put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "You know how your mother and I feel about your playing without adult supervision."

Kristy could feel the tips of her ears turning pink. What did they think she was? An irresponsible kid? She wanted to inform them that not only had she been baby-sitting practically forever, but she was also the president of the Baby-sitters Club. However, she decided to keep silent.

"Awww, Dad!" Carver dug the tip of his tennis shoe into the welcome mat. "Then, can David Michael come to our house?"

Mrs. Ensign knelt beside her son and smiled. "That's a good idea."

"An excellent idea!" David Michael cheered.

This time it was Kristy's turn to hesitate. She didn't think her parents would like the idea of her letting David Michael go off with strangers.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Ensign," Kristy said in what she hoped was a very mature voice. "But my parents left me in charge of my brothers and sisters. I'd have to get their permission before I could let David Michael go with you."

"What?" David Michael turned to face her indignantly. "You know they'd say yes. Come on, Kristy, please?"

Kristy shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I have to say no."

Carver's parents murmured that they understood. As they hurried through the rain back to their car, Mr. Ensign said to his son, "Maybe another day, Carver. When David Michael's parents are home."

"David Michael," Kristy began, "I'm sorry but - "

Her brother cut her off by slamming the front door as hard as he could. "I'm never speaking to you again for as long as I live!" he shouted. Then he ran up the stairs two at a time. Moments later, the house echoed with the slam of his bedroom door.