“Where’s Nicky?” I asked, suddenly realizing he was gone.
“I don’t know,” said Adam, “but here’s his picture.” He picked up a drawing that had been left on the floor. “Look,” he said. “This one has Uncle Joe in it.”
Sure enough, Nicky’s picture included a blue-suited, spectacles-wearing figure. “That’s great,” I said. I made up my mind right away to tell Nicky he’d won the contest. But where was he? “I wonder where he went?” I said out loud. “Let’s look,” I added to Jessi. “You guys can stay here and draw some more if you want.” Jessi and I walked down the hall and checked the kitchen and the dining room. No Nicky. Then I heard giggles from the living room. I gestured to Jessi, and she followed me to the doorway. We peeked inside.
There was Nicky — sitting on Uncle Joe’s lap! Uncle Joe was holding a white handkerchief that was folded to look like a mouse. “Nice little mousie,” he said, stroking it. Then he made it run up his arm, just like a real mouse. Nicky laughed.
“Do it again, Uncle Joe!” he said.
Jessi and I looked at each other wide-eyed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Then Uncle Joe glanced up and saw us. “Young Nick here reminded me about this old trick,” he said. “I’d forgotten all about it.”
Nick! He’d actually remembered somebody’s name!
I was speechless.
“I wish I were married and had an egg-baby,” said Margo.
“Me, too,” said Vanessa. She looked hopefully at Byron.
Byron sighed. “Okay. I’ll be your husband,” he said. “But only for tonight.”
“Who will be my husband?” asked Margo.
“Not me,” said Adam defiantly. “I am never, ever getting married.”
“Jordan?” said Margo.
“Oh, all right.”
Surprisingly, Nicky agreed to be Claire’s husband.
“Okay, let’s adopt babies!” cried Vanessa.
“Adopt them from where?” asked Mal, even though she thought she knew what the answer would be.
“From the refrigerator, of course.” Vanessa removed a partially empty carton of eggs from the bottom shelf of the fridge. She set it on the table and opened the lid carefully. “Aw, aren’t they sweet?” she said.
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From the very end of the book -
Dawn and I talked until dinnertime, and afterward she sat on my bed while I unpacked.
“So you think Vanessa is over her broken heart?” she asked me.
“I’m sure of it. She handled it very well. I’m proud of her.” I reached for a pile of T-shirts, and something white caught my eye. A piece of notebook paper was tucked between my shirts.
It was a poem from Vanessa, and my eyes misted over when I read it.
Dear Mary Anne,
Love can hurt, love can sting,
a broken heart can never sing.
Boys will come, boys will go
but a friend is forever, this I know.
A friend is rare and hard to find
everyone knows it’s true.
You helped me through a very bad time
I’ll always be grateful to you.
Thank you, Mary Anne.
“Yes,” I said softly. “I think Vanessa will be just fine.”
I don't think it's a a secret that I love Jamie Newton. Just...IDK, he's one of my favorite sitting charges. I had never actually watched this episode until last night and AUGH HAVE I SAID HOW MUCH I LOVE THE TV SHOW JUST I DON'T EVEN.
DAWN: They're tadpoles.
JAMIE: They're what?
DAWN: Tadpoles. Baby frogs. One day they'll be the big fat fellows you see sitting on the lily pads.
JAMIE: When I grow up, I'm gonna be a chef.
DAWN: Yeah? I bet I know what you're gonna cook.
BOTH: Peanut butter and honey sandwiches!
We tried to call Mallory, since she loves mysteries, too, but Mrs. Pike said that Mal had taken Margo and Claire (two of her little sisters) on a special Teddy Bears' Picnic. Mal's such a terrific big sister. I remembered now that she'd been planning this for awhile. She was going to make little sandwiches and "tea", and help the girls dress up their teddy bears in special outfits. It sounded like fun. I asked Mrs. Pike to tell Mallory to call me back when she got home.
AWWW, MAL!! ♥
Crash! A huge clap of thunder sounded, and Charlotte raced to Stacey’s side. “I hate thunder,” she confessed.
“You, too?” asked Stacey. “You know what I used to do during a thunderstorm?”
“Hide in the linen closet. It was the smallest closet in our apartment in New York City. I’d run in, slide under the bottom shelf, and close the door after me, pulling it from the bottom. Sometimes I’d take my Raggedy Andy with me.”
The image of little Stacey hiding in a closet with a Raggedy Andy just makes me go awwww.
My father laughed. "No," he said. "And Elizabeth Grace is eight pounds, two ounces, which is a very respectable weight for a girl or a boy."
"Elizabeth Grace!" Jeff cried. He threw the "name your baby" book down on Carol's bed and pouted. "You went ahead and named her without me!"
"I'm sorry, Jeff," Dad said. "But it just came to us. We were looking at her and I said, 'Let's call her Elizabeth'."
"And I was thinking what a grace it was that she is finally here," Carol said. "That she is my special Grace. We put them together and came up with Elizabeth Grace."
"You can give her a nickname," Dad told Jeff.
"Like Liz, maybe," Carol suggested. "Or Lizzy."
Jeff thought for a few seconds. "I'm going to call her Gracie," he announced. "That's my name for her."
"Gracie," Carol and Dad said in unison.
My dad looked at me and I nodded. I thought Gracie was the perfect nickname for Elizabeth Grace.
(Jeff is just so sweet in this-I love how disappointed he was that they named the baby without him, and I loved how he chose her nickname, and I love the scene that was already posted with the Michael Jordan poster.)
But Laine brings her this message, which is ADORABLE:
“And last,” began Laine, “I talked with the members of the BSC. I called Claudia this morning, and it turned out that your friends were holding an emergency club meeting. I have messages from everybody. Mal says she’s thinking about you. Mary Anne and Dawn say they miss you. Kristy says to get back on your feet because Dawn isn’t all that good at handling the money in the treasury. Jessi promises to write to you so you’ll be sure to get mail in the hospital. And Claud says she’s getting your homework assignments – and that she misses you an awful lot.”
LOL AT KRISTY'S PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE SNARK AT DAWN.
♥ to this though, naww. BSC BFFs.
Carol looked at Dad and me, then burst out laughing, and whispered, "You have to go to the baby's room. Jeff just hung her a present on the wall."
Jeff yelled from down the hall, "I hear you laughing, Carol. It's not funny! It's not a funny present."
"It's an excellent poster," Jeff wailed. "I saved my money for it. I sent away for it and I didn't tell anybody because I wanted it to be a surprise for my baby brother." He gave my father an angry look. "Dad, you said I could treat a sister just the way I'd treat a brother. That she'd play ball with me and everything. So I'm giving her the poster even though she's not a brother." He finished his speech by mumbling, "But I don't think she'd ever going to be big enough to do anything."
I love my brother. he's an original.
Carol held Gracie out to Jeff. He took her very carefully, held her in the crook of his arm, and faced her toward the poster.
"Gracie, that's Michael Jordan," he said. "He's our hero."
But my absolute favourite part...
It's not the fact that Dawn finds the prom photo in a box labelled SPORTS EQUIPMENT, or that in the photo Sharon is wearing the rose that Dawn and Mary Anne found pressed between the pages of the yearbook, or that Dawn and Mary Anne immediately set to work on Dawn and Mary Anne's Super-Sitter Match-Making Service...
It's the one little line with Richard Spier ever-so-slightly losing control.
With my father, you can’t just jump into things. I didn’t say a word about Dawn’s mother until dinner had been made and we were sitting at the table eating.
I asked how his day was.
He asked how mine was.
I asked how his cases were going.
He asked how school and the Baby-sitters Club were going.
Then I said, “Dad? Did you ever know someone named Sharon Porter?”
Dad choked on a mouthful of carrots and had to drink some water before he could answer.
LOL RICHARD ♥
I was sick of normal people. Dad deserved someone better than that. Someone like Carol.
I looked at Jeff. He looked at me. I knew we were thinking the same thing.
“We’ve got to get Carol and Dad back together,” I said aloud.
Jeff put up his hand, and we gave each other the high-five.
I CANNOT HANDLE HOW CUTE THIS IS.
Back at the Pikes’ house, things were as hectic as before. The only difference was Mrs. Pike had come home.
“There’s my Nicholas,” she smiled.
She gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek and kneaded his slumping shoulders.
“On the count of three,” Sam said, huffing, as we rocked the car back and forth.
We didn’t even reach three. The car bumped up over the snow drift and coasted the rest of the way down the icy drive. At the bottom, Charlie put on the emergency brake and hopped out, holding the door for Watson.
Watson was still standing back where the car had been stuck. He took a crisp white handkerchief out of his suit pocket and dabbed at the sweat on his brow. I noticed that his face was still flushed. I made a mental note to tell Mom to urge him to take it easy.
Then he picked up his briefcase and smiled at the three of us. “Thanks, kids. I guess I’ve gotten a little out of shape. Too much time at the computer terminal and not enough time in the fresh air.”
“No kidding,” Charlie punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Why are you going to work on Saturday, anyway?”
“We’re opening a new branch office in Houston and I need to go over the architectural plans.” Watson smiled as he settled into the driver’s seat and buckled up. “Don’t worry, I haven’t become a workaholic. I’ll be home in time for the football game this afternoon. And remember, Charlie, it’s your turn to make the popcorn.”
Watson and Charlie have little punch games and they watch football and eat popcorn! NAWW. This makes me smile. ♥
Also, Thomas kids just generally being awesome and helping Watson get his car out of a snowed-in driveway. ♥