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you'll come to the next game, too?"
    "Sure," I replied.
    "Hey, great. I'll see you there."
    That was it? He called to see if I was coming to the game? I tried not to sound disappointed. "Okay. Well, see you."
    "Um, wait. I was just thinking. I'm not really doing anything Friday night. I mean, I know you probably are, but — "
    "No, I'm not," I shot back.
    "No? Well, maybe we could, like, get together or something. You know, see a movie."
    "Not Mall Warriors II," I said.
    Robert laughed again. "That's the last movie I'd see!"
    "Oh, good!" I was so grateful. We had something in common already. I could tell we were going to get along.
    "So, is six-thirty okay? I'll ask one of my parents to drive."
    "Great," I said.
    "Okay, well, 'bye."
    " 'Bye."
    The moment I hung up, I screamed. Then I called Mom at work again. I told her what had happened. She seemed delighted.
    Delighted was too tame a word for how I felt. I glided out of the house. I knew that five-thirty was in the distant past. I knew Kristy was probably fuming.
    But at that moment, I couldn't have cared less. As I headed for Claudia's, my feet barely touched the ground.
    Chapter 6.
    It was the day after Robert had asked me out. I had told everyone in the BSC what had happened, and they were thrilled. Unfortunately, it was also the day Kristy had her first sitting job with Tiffany and Maria Kilbourne.
    Kristy is a great sitter. Fun-loving but firm. Kids like her and she can match their incredible energy. But even Kristy had trouble with Tiffany and Maria.
    Although Shannon is a BSC member, none of us knows the Kilbourne family very well. They live in Kristy's neighborhood, and the girls go to a private school. So their circle of friends is different.
    I've already told you a little about Shannon. She is a real Achiever. She's in the honor society, she acts and sings in plays, and she's practically fluent in Spanish and French.
    Tiffany is a ten-year-old version of Shannon — physically, at least. She has the same curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and high cheekbones. Maria has dark, reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes. To tell you the truth, they almost don't look like sisters.
    Kristy had met Maria many times before. (Occasionally Maria comes to the Brewer house to play with Karen.)
    As for Tiffany? Well, Kristy figured she'd be like Maria — shy, studious, and polite. Or like
    Shannon — bright, fun, and thoughtful. Either way, she expected Tiffany and Maria to be two nice, easy kids. Sitting for them would be a dream job.
    That image Tasted until Kristy rang the front doorbell.
    "I'll get it!" a voice shouted from behind the closed door. Thump-thump-thump-thump came the sound of footsteps down stairs.
    "Get out of my way!" Another voice.
    "Hey, stop!" The first voice.
    "You're so slow!"
    "Mo-om!"
    "Baby!"
    "Don't call me that!"
    "What?"
    "Baby!"
    "Okay, baty\"
    "Girls, will you please stop!" Whew. A grown-up voice. Finally.
    "She started it!"
    "She pushed me!"
    "She was being slow!"
    "She called me baby!"
    Uh-oh.
    Suddenly Kristy wished she hadn't volunteered for this job. She could tell it was going to be a long, long day.
    The door lurched open. Mrs. Kilbourne gave Kristy a wide, beaming smile. (Of course. She
    was the one who was leaving.) "Well, hello, Kristy! Come on in."
    Clutching her Kid-Kit, Kristy walked inside. She saw the two girls at the foot of the living room stairs. They stood there like statues, the goddesses of Gloom and Doom.
    Kristy said hi.
    Gloom and Doom grunted.
    Mrs. Kilbourne led Kristy into the kitchen and gave her instructions. The last thing she said was, "Make sure Tiffany starts her homework before dinner." Then she got her coat, kissed her daughters, and breezed out the doorway.
    Kristy could have sworn she heard a sigh of relief.
    "So," Kristy said. "Want to go outside before you start your homework? There's plenty of snow for a snowperson."
    No reply.
    "No, huh? Well, that's okay." Kristy set down her Kid-Kit and began to open it. "Maybe