Part 7 (1/2)
”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 Sn.o.bs 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 Sn.o.bs 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 b.u.mped 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 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 Sn.o.bs than for kids with chicken pox. (Well, the Sn.o.bs 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.