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something with Lisa. To keep her from talking? Scary stuff. I guess it's just as well she isn't coming here. Not if killers might be after her, or something. Can you believe it? Anyway, now we're stuck without a sitter and I'm really at my wits' end but I thought, if you don't already have plans. Kara really likes you, and I know you only did it as a special favor last time because of your folks, but . . . can you help us out?' |
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Denise wished she'd let the phone keep ringing. |
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'I sort of had a date,' she said. |
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'Well, he could come over here. God, what am I saying? I'd certainly never suggest such a thing to someone like Lisa, but . . . I know how trustworthy you are. It might not be much fun for your friend, but it'd certainly be OK with us. We've got all kinds of good snacks, soft drinks.' |
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This, Denise thought, is one desperate woman. |
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'We shouldn't be very late. Maybe ten or eleven?' |
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'Well, I don't know about having my boyfriend there, but I'll come over. What time do you want me?' |
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'We should leave the house no later than ten till seven, so any time before that.' |
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Denise glanced at the kitchen clock. Six-fourteen. |
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'If you haven't eaten yet . . .' |
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'I was going to say you could eat here, but . . . Oh, Denise, you're a lifesaver. I can't tell you. This is great.' |
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'Glad to help. I'll see you in a while.' |
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'Would you like John to pick you up?' |
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'No, that's not necessary. But thanks.' |
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