Chapter 11: Baby Sitting on request (Part 2) CHAPTER 11 (Part 2)
And This Is How You Remind Me. Of what I really am.
- Emma. Come on wake up, today is a day exceedingly rich and I can not afford to waste time. - Mara uttered by opening the curtains and lighting up my dark room suddenly. To hear that voice at 8 am made a hot sunny day, cold and hateful.
- What the hell do you Mara! Do not have a job to go? let me sleep! - Blurted turn over in bed hiding her face in the light.
- Do not make your child as usual, today Alan and I have a lot of things to do, and tonight is the bachelorette party and celibacy, you work to asylum in Los Angeles is not it? - He said hasty. I turned in bed for a closer look. Why all of a sudden are you interested in my work?
- Yeah .. - I answered cautiously.
- PERFECT! So tonight should look after the son of Alan and we go to our parties. Apparently no self-respecting nurse is available. - Completed theatrically distraught. In fact I could see clearly that nothing interested her that maybe I had commitments for the evening or perhaps the fact that I was a teacher did not make me a baby sitter.
- You're crazy! I will never be babysitting the child of your boyfriend! And then I did not know that already had a family, unless that child is not yours, but I guess not, otherwise who would have heard Erica! - I said sleepily.
- Emma Well, I thought you were here to help, and instead you just want to be your usual, and only about yourself! - Whined angrily left the room. My guilt was soon to become obstinately feel, sadly I got out of bed and went into the living room still in his pajamas.
- Mara Ok, I'll have you believe ... - I cried resigned. I saw her check from the kitchen with a big grin on his face.
- Perfect Emma, I can finally go, see you tonight! - Said, pleased.
I felt as if I were a puppet in the hands of my sister, and she had expected that I would immediately accepted. Sighing I
breakfast and began to think it was too easy for people to manipulate me, from that moment on, I adopted an iron fist!
Erica went into the kitchen at that very moment, now every time I was in my own room I needed to tell her that I knew and to explain what the hell was happening or had happened.
I probably would have had to give evidence that I had the ability to see what was underneath, and I should have to pay a private investigator.
turn away from my thoughts thought Erica, trying to force me to accompany Mara and his organization to define the last details. Fortunately I was able to distance themselves, leaving her the thankless task: after all, that night I should have to deal with a child who promised to be exactly like his father, it seemed like a pretty tough test already!
That day I realized how the saying that says that "when waiting for something unpleasant time flies" is true, in a flash when I found myself checking the note given me that morning to Mara with the address, to make sure that the door mahogany handmade was the port where I was supposed to knock.
Unfortunately I did not miss a turn, and it was just that. I knocked knocked down 3 times and waited for the landlord to come and see me.
I opened the door instead of a little boy age of about 7 years, which seemed a photocopy of his father.
- Who are you? - He said haughtily. In four words I had already realized that this would be a serataccia.
- your dad has a busy tonight, you and I have great fun together. - Recited mindful of thousands of films I had seen on nannies. All, however, after pronouncing sentence that fateful ended very badly.
The child looked at me very badly and then replied in a tone so insolent as to compete with Erica.
- I do not think so! You are poor! -
Like father, like son? Fortunately, a moment before he plagiarized a curse by teaching very little worthy of a female mouth the father, and my fiance magically appeared as a sister to her small shoulders.
- Oh, good evening, it seemed to me that he heard voices, you have to be Emma's sister Riri! - He said he politely.
Unfortunately, only the fact that he continued undaunted to call my sister quell'obbrobrioso nickname not put him in prime position in my thanks.
- Good evening. - I simply respond by entering the house. The boy continued staring at me as if I were a broken toy and ugly.
- In a short pass to get me, you do well like I'm at home, he is Alan Junior, is polite, it should not give problems of any kind, for any problem also call this number. - I passed a business card on which appeared the name "Edgar". I was puzzled for a moment.
- Edgar the butler, this is his night off, but you can call if you are unable to take care of him. - He said he saw my confusion.
What a good father, he gave me the number of Butler ... Every self-respecting father would entrust his son Edgar the butler instead of taking care of yourself. After all, he had every reason, he would spend the night to have fun and maybe get two strippers at once, who has time for the children in those moments?
aside his comment on my inadequacies (I had the feeling it was just the first of a series) I thanked her and tried to make conversation with Alan Junior.
My attempts proved to work, the child who had opened the door I was gone making room for a angel who asked permission to speak! As usual, my impulsiveness had affected my thinking and I tried the little too fast.
The father proudly watched his son, but I threw too many greasy and curious glances. Just when I started to feel so uncomfortable to regret having accepted the limo arrived and after greeting Alan went away.
- So Alan, what would you do now? - I asked smiling at the baby. I tried to use the tone that I used with my students usually asylum where I worked. It was a different story dealing with children of 2 / 3 years, but in the end it was impossible, was only one!
- Nothing with you fool! - I yelled and then running to open the fridge and begin to hurl all over the floor.
I was completely terrified, and this child was possessed by the devil, or before his father had remained quiet on purpose, which does not mean, however, the fact of being possessed by the devil.
- NO! WHAT TO DO?! -
I jumped up and walked away from the fridge starting to replace all the food, which seemed expensive like everything in that house.
The child meanwhile, grinning eagerly began to run up the grand staircase. I put everything to better fit in the fridge and I hurried after him, that child was not a normal child, where it was over now?
- Where are you? Alan? - I said looking around at all the ports. Maybe he wanted to play hide and hoped that I humor him ... Better try them all.
- Alan? See who you are, it is useless to hide yourself. - I said in a playful tone.
In response he gave me something hard behind my back that I broke up on him. I hoped with my whole being was not a few crystals, I turned to discover that I had started wearing mascara and now all the black liquid was spread on the floor.
while he was watching me with a grin the other the hall and had everything in hand a set of tricks, that a little later I would have finished him. Terrified me
avventai on him as if he were a thief and I could not know through what miracle of God to take away the tricks of the hands. Holding one arm so that I do not run away, went back into the room and put my tricks on my nightstand.
The room contained a bed, he had a sister?
- Let me go! I'll call the police if you do not leave me! - He kept screaming baby wriggling out of my grip.
- Stand still! - I said I am now out of me. I dragged him into the living room and turned on the TV cartoons.
- Watch the TV, you do not like cartoons? - I tried in desperation. He sat on the sofa with folded arms and began sulking and watching TV.
I needed to go upstairs to clean up the mess made by the mascara and I had to go to the bathroom to clean, but I had the courage to leave that fever alone. I sat on a chair beside the sofa trying not to touch the cloth with the dirty shirt and I also looked at the cartoons.
- You know, if you believe that Dad will make favors just because you were with me tonight you're wrong! - He said he suddenly. The defiant tone of this new 100%.
- I do not want any favors from your father, Alan, quiet. I'm just here to make you feel not alone! - I said, puzzled.
- NO! Do not you think! You're ugly and unpleasant, and these cartoons make me sick! - I shouted at. It was official, I hated the spoiled children.
- Do not shout from the ... Which boxes you want to see? Want to see a movie? - I said trying to calm him down.
- NO! I want you to go! - Shrieked and then began to scream so loud that I wondered who had lungs.
- Be calm please, please stop screaming. - I begged him trying to drown her desperate cry. But he continued to scream like an obsession.
minutes I realized, though it was hard to concentrate with all that noise. What could I do with that child to keep him busy?
When I was about to throw in the towel and give impulse to gag me was a great idea: Time!
- I bet you are not able to paint with tempera. - I told him quietly putting all my hopes in that attempt.
My challenge seemed to work, because the child immediately stopped screaming and looked defiant.
- But I can! - Exclaimed stubborn.
- So let it show. - I went on, light. There I was successful!
- Ok come! Let's get the colors and color in the living room. - He said dragging me back up the stairs.
- Maybe we should color to your room do not you think? - I said, trying to limit the imminent damage to the living room.
- NO! I said that those in the living room! I want to see the cartoons in contemporary art. - He broke.
- Ok ok - I hastened to agree, I could not afford other screaming or throwing other mascara. He jumped ably large pool that was created with mascara before and I dodged a close call and I went in his room, I noticed with a tinge of sadness was almost bigger than my whole apartment in Los Angeles.
began to rummage in the cupboards and all in all the boxes and each time found something useful, I stuffed it in her hand unceremoniously.
We went into the living room with everything you need to soil the carpet and furniture. I managed to convince him to use a towel under the sheet, but did not get another, he threw himself on the sheet smeared with colors in 3 seconds flat.
- I have to go to the bathroom a moment Alan, I can leave for a moment here alone? - I asked cautiously.
- I'm not a baby! - I yelled at him in reply - I do not need baby sitter! -
I realized that that child felt very sad and lonely, and suddenly I understood the meaning of all those behaviors. The
ran a hand gently on the head.
- You're right, then go. When I return I want to see a beautiful seascape. Ok? - I told him again in the loving tone.
He nodded but did not look away from the mess he was creating. Probably would have a future as an artist I thought had fun while I rushed up the stairs to clean the mascara.
I was able to repair the irreparable, I came under much quieter, but I stopped as soon as I entered the icy room. Alan
Junior had actually created a seascape, but had used the room as a sheet, the sofa was now pure white like a green lawn, and the Persian carpet had become a beautiful sky with plenty of sunshine included.
- Preview - He said he filled with satisfaction. I was completely beside myself with fear. I had to ask for a loan to the bank to compensate the family of Alan for the replacement of the furniture also should not have pieces that are easily found at flea markets, were definitely parts belonging some dynasty or something that would increase their value and especially their price through the roof. In
prey to the most blind desperation I started to wander from the carpet to the couch emits strange ways. I saw no solution to that disaster. It was the end.
- But why do so, are you by chance Handicap? - I asked him looking at me suspiciously.
- Dad told me that I can not speak with disability, because it is stupid people. - He kept very quiet while I continue to despair and cursing in the middle.
- Do you realize that you are dirty all the furniture in the house?? - I told him to kneel before him by the shoulders and shaking him with his eyes bulging.
- Your father will kill me when I let you discover what to do! And 'I left you here alone for 10 minutes! 10 damned minutes! - Sobbed.
him to an answer I smashed his hands full of color on her cheeks and she said, laughing.
- It was boring on paper, you did not arrive and so I thought that if I had bigger you'd understand that I can draw. -
PERFECT! My solution to keep it quiet I had backfired, I guess, when a person has the bad luck that follows there is nothing I can do to live comfortably. The show that would be presented to Alan Senior when he returned would be completely transformed into a living room a sunny landscape, a dirty child you from head to foot color and a woman of color that is dirty tricks.
Unable to move I moved from that position even when the doorbell rang. The boy sprang to the door screaming, while I desperately looked at his watch. It was only 11, could not have returned his father.
- Hey kid! But you're all dirty! - Exclaimed a male voice all too familiar. Raggelai me even more. What the hell was he doing at the house of David Alan at this hour?
- I'm playing with paint Mrs. stupid! - Junior Alan exclaimed happily. - Come, come look! - I could hear him screaming from the entrance. Probably he was dragging the boy into the living room to show a masterpiece of modern art.
I got up and tried in vain to settle down. I was completely dirty in color and had a visible black spot on the back of the shirt. In the eyes of people might have seemed that I had rolled on the ground.
- Mrs. stupid ... - David started jamming in my view. I tried to smile but all I could produce was a small grimace of despair. He stared at me for a time that seemed interminable completely still and wondered what the hell he was thinking. Then suddenly he burst out laughing, and laughed and laughed and laughed. He leaned in, holding her belly with two hands and also seemed to have tears in their eyes. The small
Alan looked at him full of adoration and he still laughing to get him to foul up the jacket sleeve signed.
I was horrified. In that situation I did not see anything hilarious, in fact every time I cried even more strongly.
- That there is much to laugh Dave. - A female voice suddenly uttered. I had already heard, perhaps, but could not remember exactly where.
did not have to think about it much, because more than a drunk came up behind David Pearl with a smile on his face. Oh Shit!
I did not understand anything, I tried to make sense of their presence in the house but my brain in shock and the only thing I was screaming intermittently "sofa-couch-carpet-rug."
- Pearl!! - He shouted the child with all the top of his lungs. - Preview Preview Like David! Do you like? I did everything myself! - While she danced around with his eyes closed holding his head and nodded to stay away.
- Please AJ, stop jumping to make me seasick, what have you done? - She said with a drawl, swaying slightly on the spot.
In place of the child who was still hopping mad with joy right and left, said David, including an attack and the other with laughter.
- Look at that beautiful scenery! ... The sofa and the carpet! ... - I felt increasingly ill, he would laugh, so what's it matter? It was not he who was to donate a kidney and sell their families to repay the disaster, the "prissy" David had his hands clean. the thick stomach is always made her feel stronger and I felt the chills go through my body. If you were not petrified on the spot I would have gone down, but the only thing I could do was look terrified David Pearl, who was laughing and that was looking around with eyes half shut.
- What do the odd carpet and couch? And who is that? What are you doing in my house? - Pearl said, completely disoriented. At those words I almost gave up the knees, like I did to be so blind! It was clear as the sun, Pearl was the owner of the room I had seen before! She was the sister more Alan Junior! And so ... Oh my God .. Around me everything became dark.
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