Page 109 of Eleanor & Grey

Lorelai sniffled as she dragged her backpack against the sidewalk. “She just invited everyone to her super awesome birthday party except for me.”

“What? That’s impossible. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, honey.”

She shook her head. “No. She said I wasn’t invited because I’m a weird freak who talks to myself.”

Well, that pissed me off.

I stood up straight and looked over to Caroline. Then, I saw her mother call her over in the pickup line. “Wait right here, Lorelai. I’ll handle this.”

I jogged toward the parked car, and called after the woman. “Excuse me! Excuse me!”

The woman perked up a bit, taken aback by my approach. She held her purse close to her side and gave me a tight smile. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, yes. I’m Eleanor, Lorelai’s nanny,” I said, gesturing toward Lorelai, who still had her head down in disappointment.

The woman looked over and grimaced. “Oh, yes, the new nanny. I swear, that family goes through them faster than anyone. You’d think they’d figure out a way to keep someone on board for longer periods of time.”

I ignored her comment. “Yes, well, I just wanted to check in with you about a misunderstanding. It seems everyone in Lorelai’s class was invited to your daughter’s birthday party, except for her, and I’m sure that was just a mistake.”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t a mistake at all,” she said, pursing her lips together like a freaking prima donna. “She’s not invited.”

“What? That doesn’t even make sense. You were just at her birthday party with Caroline. Lorelai is a great girl.”

“Yes, I’m sure she’s fine, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea to have a girl like her at my daughter’s party.”

“A GIRL LIKE HER?!” I hollered. Yes, I hollered at that woman, and I didn’t even care. Her words stung me in a way I didn’t know words could sting. “What in the world is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s nothing to take offense to,” she stated, a bit stunned by my reaction.

“Um, no, that is definitely something to take offense to,” I argued. “What do you mean ‘a girl like her’?”

“Well, sweetheart”—she said it in such a condescending way that it made my skin crawl—“you’ve been around the girl long enough to know she’s odd. Caroline has told me stories of how she talks to herself at recess, and then I witnessed it myself at her party.”

“She’s not talking to herself,” I argued. “She’s talking to her mother.”

The woman cocked an eyebrow. “Her mother?”

“Yes.”

“Her dead mother?”

“Exactly.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh gosh, even their nanny is insane. Look, I’m sorry, I really am. I get that the girl has been through some trauma, but that’s not my problem. I reserve the right to pick and choose the type of people who surround my Caroline.”

“Yeah, well, your Caroline was very rude to Lorelai today, calling her a freak.”

“Well, you know what they say—kids will be kids.” She put on her sunglasses and shrugged, enraging me beyond measure. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She waved me away like I was nothing.

Then it happened.

My eyes crossed. My vision blurred.

And. I. Snapped.

“No, it’s not kids being kids. It’s a completely inappropriate action, one that should have real consequences! Your child bullied mine. She bullied her, and you are acting like it is completely okay, but I’m not shocked knowing she has a mother like you. That type of behavior doesn’t just pop into a child’s head, it’s taught, and you should be ashamed of yourself! You’re a disgusting human being who is raising a little bitch!”

I shut my mouth, but the words kept dancing in my head.

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