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them." "But this is every day," she pointed out. "Why don't you talk to them and give me a call tonight?" Now I was worried. What if Mom said no?
     
    "All right, I'll call you tonight," I told Mrs. Cheplin as I got up from the chair. I noticed a black-and-white photo of two children hanging on the wall. The girl had blunt cut, straight blonde hair. The line of bangs across her forehead skirted large, expressive eyes. The round-faced boy had wispy brown hair. He, too, had big eyes that shone mischievously.
     
    "Those are my cuties," said Mrs. Cheplin. "They're good kids but they can be a handful. As I mentioned, Dana is eight. Adam is six." "No problem. I'm used to kids, and they look really sweet," I said.
     
    I left Mrs. Cheplin's house and climbed back on my bike. (Going downhill was definitely easier, but the turns were a little scary as the bike speeded faster and faster.) At the bottom of Burnt Hill Road I spotted Mary Anne and Kristy in Mary Anne's front yard. They looked as if they were just about to go into the house.
     
    "Hi!" Mary Anne called to me.
     
    Slowing the bike, I turned up Mary Anne's driveway. "I just saw Mrs. Cheplin," I reported as I stood in the driveway straddling my bike.
     
    "What were the kids like?" Mary Anne asked.
     
    "I don't know. It was just an interview, not an actual job." "Sounds serious," said Kristy. "Like more than just a baby-sitting job." "It's a big time commitment," I said. "But other than that, it isn't any different." Kristy shifted uneasily from side to side and shook her head. "I don't think you should take it." "Why not?" I asked, my voice rising a bit.
     
    "Well, because it's like we're losing another member. And just when everything was settled, too," Kristy said.
     
    "How can you possibly look at it that way?" I asked.
     
    "When will you be free to take baby-sitting jobs?" Kristy countered.
     
    "I'll be baby-sitting every single day until five-thirty," I reminded her. "How much more of a baby-sitting club member can I be than that?" "But you won't be able to take other jobs," Kristy argued.
     
    "What's the difference?" I retorted.
     
    "You're sitting until five-thirty?" said Mary Anne. "You won't be able to come to meetings then." I grimaced. Meetings. "Oops, I forgot about meetings," I admitted sheepishly.
     
    "You forgot about meetings!" Kristy exploded.
     
    "For the moment," I said quickly. "Just for the moment. I could be there by quarter to six." "Why bother? You won't be free to take any baby-sitting jobs anyway." "Yes I will," I protested. "There's always Saturday and Sunday, which are our busiest times anyway." "Will you want to baby-sit on weekends after sitting all week long?" Mary Anne asked doubtfully.
     
    Probably not, I thought, but I didn't want to upset Kristy any more than she already was. "Sure," I said. "If you need me I'll just have to do it. That's all." "We'll need you," said Kristy. "I guess it's all right if you come late to meetings. I hope everyone doesn't start doing it, though." "Don't worry," Mary Anne told her. "She's coming late for a good reason." "I'll be baby-sitting and I'll be at meetings, so you're not losing a member," I told Kristy.
     
    "I hope not," she said sulkily. In a way, I couldn't blame her for worrying. With all the shifting around of club members lately she probably just wanted things to settle down and run smoothly for awhile.
     
    "We were about to make some hot chocolate," Mary Anne told me. "Want to come in and have tea?" "No, thanks," I said. "I have to get home. I want to run this job past Mom." I got on my bike and started pedaling down the driveway. "See you guys tomorrow!" I called over my shoulder.
     
    "I hope your mother says no!" Kristy called after me.
     
    Would she? I didn't think so. But I began pedaling faster, anxious to talk to her and find out her answer for