whispering, âI donât believe it. This is Ms. Jaydell. You know, the other new client? The woman
Janet
was supposed to sit for? Janet didnât show up, either.â
It was Kristyâs turn to be furious. She jerked the phone to her ear, eyes flashing, and had to unclench her jaw before saying (fairly civilly), âKristin Thomas speaking.â
Iâd seen Kristy mad before, but never
that
mad.
She carried on pretty much the same conversation with Ms. Jaydell that sheâd had with Mr. Kelly a few minutes earlier. The only difference was that Ms. Jaydell and her husband hadnât been able to find another sitter and had missed out on a cocktail party.
When Kristy hung up the phone, she burst into tears. It was the first time Iâd ever seen her cry.
âWell, that does it,â I said, handing her a tissue from the table by Claudiaâs bed. âWhatâre Janetâs and Leslieâs phone numbers? Iâm going to call them right now. Theyâre really hurting us.â
âNo,â said Kristy, wiping her eyes. âDonât call them. I want to confront them face-to-face. Weâll talk to them in school tomorrow. This wasnât any accident. They missed those jobs on purpose. Iâm sure of it.â
âBut why?â asked Claudia.
âBeats me,â said Kristy. âWhoâs going to help me face those traitors tomorrow?â
âI am!â I said.
âI am!â said Claudia.
We looked at Mary Anne. âCouldnât we confront them over the phone?â she asked.
âOver the phone is not a confrontation,â I said firmly.
âWe have to be face-to-face.â
âWe do?â
âYes, we do.â
âAll
of us,â added Kristy. âThe whole club. United.â
âAll right,â said Mary Anne at last.
None of us was looking forward to school the next day. We walked together in the morning, traveling about as fast as snails.
âWhen are we going to confront them?â I asked Kristy as we reached Stoneybrook Middle School.
âYeah,â said Claudia. âWe donât have any classes with them.â
âWeâre going to confront them right now,â Kristy replied. âI know where their homerooms are. Weâre going to wait for them.â
âAn ambush,â said Mary Anne.
Janet and Leslie were not in the same homeroom, but the rooms were just across the hall from each other. Kristy and Mary Anne waitedby Janetâs room; Claudia and I waited by Leslieâs.
After about five minutes of standing around, I spotted them down the hall. âPsst! Kristy!â I said. âHere they come. Both of them.â
âHey,â Claudia whispered to me. âLook whoâs with them.â
I looked. It was Liz Lewis. âI thought they didnât like Liz,â I said.
âI know.â Claudia frowned.
We watched the girls stop for a moment, talking earnestly. Then Liz waved to them and disappeared into a classroom.
Janet and Leslie saw us before they reached their homerooms. They nudged each other, laughing.
The members of the Baby-sitters Club converged on them.
âWhere were you yesterday?â Kristy demanded.
âHey
(snap, snap),
what kind of a greeting is that?â asked Janet. She must have had twelve pieces of gum in her mouth.
âIâm not kidding,â said Kristy. âI want to know where you were, and I want to know why you didnât show up for your Saturday sitting jobs. Our club is known for responsible baby-sitters.â
âSo what?â said Leslie.
âSo what!â exclaimed Kristy. âYouâre giving us a bad reputation. Weâre going to have to ask you to leave the club.â
âFine with us,â replied Janet. âWe,â she added with a smirk, âare members of the Baby-sitters
Agency.â
She and Leslie burst into hysterical laughter.
âButâbutââ stammered