Ann Martin - Kristy And The Mothers Day Surprise

“Mmm?”

“Time to get up.”

“Why?”

“Mother’s Day surprise. The kids’ll be here in just a couple of hours.”

“Oh!”

Claudia was up in a flash, and she and Stacey got dressed.

Now, here’s a big difference between them and me. That morning, I dressed in my jeans and running shoes, a T-shirt with a picture of Beaver Cleaver on it, and my collie dog baseball cap. Then I added my SHS (Stoneybrook High School) sweat shirt that used to belong to Sam, since the weather would probably be chilly in the morning.

Stacey, however, put on a tight-fitting pink jumpsuit over a white T-shirt, lacy white socks,

and those plastic shoes. What are they called — jellies? And Claudia wore a pale blue baggy shirt over black-and-blue leopard-spotted pants that tied in neat knots at her ankles. On her feet she wore purple high-tops. And they both wore all this jewelry and these accessories, like big, big earrings, and headbands with rosettes on them, and nail polish. Claudia even wore her snake bracelet. Honestly, what did they think we were going to do? Enter a fashion show?

Oh, okay, I’ll admit it. They looked great. And I was a teeny bit jealous. I wouldn’t even know how to dress the way they do.

Anyway, Stacey and Claudia ate a quick breakfast — they were both kind of nervous — and then waited for the rest of us club members to show up.

“You girls eat like hawks,” said Mimi, while they waited.

“She means ‘birds,’ “ Claudia whispered to Stacey.

Stacey nodded.

“What happen today?” Mimi wanted to know.

Claud and the rest of the Kishis had only explained this to Mimi about a million times already, but Claudia tried again.

She was halfway finished when the bell rang. Stacey ran for the door. She opened it and found — me!

“Hi!” I cried.

“Hi!” replied Stacey. (We were both a little too excited.) “You’re the first one . . . oh, but here come Jessi and Mallory.”

We all arrived before eight o’clock.

“What needs to be done?” asked Stacey nervously.

“Divide up the group tags,” I answered.

We had decided that we would color-code our groups. My group was red, Mary Anne’s was yellow, Jessi’s was green, and so on. It would help the kids to know who they were supposed to be with. It isn’t a very good idea to let kids go out in public places wearing name tags, but we figured if, for instance, I was wearing a red tag around my neck, and so were Karen, Andrew, and Shea, at least they’d know the four of us were supposed to stick together.

So at our Wednesday club meeting that week, we’d cut twenty-eight circles out of construction paper and strung them on yarn. They looked like large necklaces. Now we each put one on.

Stacey and I looked at ourselves in a bathroom mirror.

“Ravishing,” said Stacey. I giggled.

“Kristy?” Mal called. “Claud wants you.”

“Okay!” I replied.

Stacey and I ran downstairs and found the rest of the club members in the kitchen with Mr. Kishi and Mimi.

“Could you just tell Dad about the lunches again?” Claudia asked me.

“Oh, sure,” I said. “All the kids are bringing bag lunches. We’re going to leave the lunches here — if it’s still okay with you — and then, if you don’t mind, could you drive them to Cane Playground at twelve-thirty? We’ll meet you there. That way, we won’t have to carry the lunches around the carnival all morning. Is that okay with you? We’d really appreciate it.”

Mr. Kishi smiled. “It’s still just fine. Mimi is going to help me.”

But all Mimi said then was, “I’ve got to get that box over to the planet.” She was gazing out the window.

Ordinarily, any one of us club members might have burst into tears then. We were frustrated by not understanding how Mimi’s mind was working these days. We wanted badly to understand.

But the doorbell rang.

“Someone’s here!” cried Stacey, leaping to her feet. “The first kid is here!”

All seven of us sitters raced for the Kishis’ front door.

Not one but six kids were crowded onto the stoop with their fathers: Jackie, Shea, and Archie with Mr. Rodowsky, Mynah and Gabbie with Mr. Perkins, and Jamie with Mr. Newton.

“Hi, you guys!” we greeted them.

Us baby-sitters stepped outside with the color tags, and the fathers left after kisses and hugs and good-byes. We thought the kids would feel more comfortable in the yard, where they could run around.

I was about to explain the tags to them when Jamie shrieked, “Stacey!” He ran to her and threw his arms around her legs. “You came back!”

“Just for a visit,” she told him. “Boy, am I glad to see you! I think you’ve grown another foot.”

Jamie looked down. “Nah. I’ve still got just two,” he replied, but he was smiling.

“Okay,” I said loudly, clapping my hands. “I have something special for each of you to wear today.” I handed out the tags (Shea Rodowsky said he felt like a gi-irl) and then — Becca Ramsey and Charlotte Johanssen arrived.

They were wearing plastic charm bracelets

and were so busy comparing the charms that Charlotte didn’t see Stacey.

Finally, as Mr. Ramsey was leaving, Stacey stepped up behind Char and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” she said. “Can you tell me where I could find a Charlotte Johanssen?”

“I’m —“ Charlotte started to say. She turned around. She looked up. Her eyes began to widen. They grew and grew and grew. “Stacey!” she managed to say, gasping.

Becca grinned. She was in on the surprise.

“I’m back for the weekend,” said Stacey in a wavery voice. Then she knelt down, held her arms open, and Charlotte practically dove into them. Stacey held Charlotte for a long time.

“Yuck,” said David Michael, who was watching. He and Karen and Andrew had just arrived.

“Okay, kiddo,” I heard Watson say to! ~idrew. “See you this afternoon. Have a great time at the carnival. I know you’ll have fun with Kristy and Karen and David Michael.”

Well, even with me there, Andrew was the first of our criers. The next crier was Suzi Barrett. She looked pretty confused as Mr. Pike dropped her off along with her brother and four of the Pike kids. Then Jenny Prezzioso

began to wail. And finally Archie Rodowsky tuned up, even though he’d been fine before.

“Oh, boy,” said Stacey.

Two of us took the criers aside and tried to quiet them. They had just calmed down (after all, they knew who we were, where they were, and where they were going), when Mr. Braddock brought Matt and Haley by.

Darn old Jenny Prezzioso let out a squawk. “Is he coming?” she exclaimed, pointing to Matt.

Mr. Braddock was leaving — so Haley made a beeline for Jenny.

“You wanna make something of it?” she asked fiercely. “You got a problem with that?” (Haley is a really nice kid, but she is superprotective of her brother.)

“No,” said Jenny in a small voice. To her credit, she did not start to cry again.

“Kristy,” said Stacey, “introduce me to Haley and Matt, okay? Oh, and to Becca. I don’t know Jessi’s sister.”

I nodded. Then I spoke to Jessi. Jessi and Haley introduced Matt to Stacey, using sign language. Then Jessi introduced Becca to her.

“I think,” I said, “that you know everyone else, Stace. It’s pretty much the same crowd.”

“Just older,” she replied. She smiled ruefully.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road!” I said brightly. “Are you kids ready for the carnival?”

“Yes!”

“Are you wearing your tags?”

“Yes!”

“Have you been to the bathroom?”

“Yes.” . . . “No.” . . . “I have to go again.”

“Me too.” . . . “I went at home.” . . . “I don’t wanna go.”