Upper Class: Chapter 43
Hashem, I whisper, please help me. I have no idea what to do. I don’t want to hurt anybody. And I’m just really, really tired
Why am I nervous? I smooth my hair, apply mascara, and switch scrunchies before remembering that Levi is four, and his idea of looking good is a fireman hat and dinosaur rainboots.
Libby pokes her head into my room.
“Off to babysit Levi, I hear.”
I look at her reflection in my mirror. “Yeah, so?”
She sticks her nose in the air. “So, I enjoy saying ‘told you so.’ ”
I roll my eyes. “Charming. I said I’d never babysit Levi again, and you told me to never say never. Yay, Libby.”
She comes over and gives me a one-armed hug. “I’m proud of you, Nomes.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I shove her away, but I see the smile reflected on my face. Oh, well. Can’t always play it cool, I guess.
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