Page 16 of The Unconventional Nanny
We spend the next ten minutes finalizing plans and setting tentative dates for the next few steps, before Annie sneaks out the back to where her car is parked. I wait until I know she's gone before shooting off a text to Gracie.
Ang
How are things going?
It's several agonizing minutes before Gracie finally responds. I was giving her two more minutes before I was on my way to the house to check on things.
Gracie
They are going. I've decided Everly and I are going to have lunch at the Crazy Fox today.
I don't like the way that first sentence sounds.
Ang
Do you need me to come home?
Something tells me my overly enthusiastic youngest child is giving Gracie a run for her money. No wonder the babysitter keeps canceling on me. I know Everly can be a handful, but she can also be the sweetest toddler when she wants to be.
Gracie
Nope. I got this!
My fingers fly across my phone screen as I quickly type out my reply.
Ang
I'll meet you at the diner. Just text me when you leave.
Gracie is quick to respond.
Gracie
I said I got this.
Ang
I know. Did it ever occur to you that I just miss my little girl and want to see her for lunch?
It's a lie. Well, partiality. Sure I always miss my girls when I'm not with them, but this is more than that. I want to see Gracie as well. And I really want to see how she is with my daughter.
Gracie
Fine. I'll text you.
I can practically see the eye roll and feel the attitude through the phone. Once this woman realizes how much she’s like my daughter, their time together is going to be so much easier.
Chapter Eight
GRACIE
I need to learn when to keep my mouth shut.
"Boo-wee, boo-wee!" the rebellious little pipsqueak chants as I click the off button on the TV remote.
"No moreBluey. You've watched enough."
I might not know the first thing about being a nanny, but even I know sitting in front of the TV for an hour straight isn't good for anyone. No matter how occupied it keeps Everly, she can't do it all day. That would be a sure way to get fired.
