The brunette snickers at my comment, but doesn’t say anything about it. “So how is it so far working there?”
She’s digging for dirt. Good luck with that—I’m not going to give her any. “It’s great.”
The women exchange looks again. “So Nina isn’t driving you crazy?” the redhead asks me.
“What do you mean?” I say carefully. I don’t want to gossip with these harpies, but at the same time, I’m curious about Nina.
“Nina is just a bit… high strung,” the brunette says.
“Nina is nuts,” the redhead pipes up. “Literally.”
I suck in a breath. “What?”
The brunette elbows the redhead hard enough to make her gasp. “Nothing. She’s just joking around.”
At that moment, the doors to the school swing open and children pour out. If there were any chance to get more information out of these two women, the chance is gone as they both move in the direction of their own fourth graders. But I can’t stop thinking about what they said.
I spot Cecelia’s pale blond hair near the entrance. Even though most of the other kids are wearing jeans and T-shirts, she’s wearing another lacy dress, this one a pale sea green. She sticks out like a sore thumb. I have no problem keeping her in my sight as I move toward her.
“Cecelia!” I wave my arm frantically as I get closer. “I’m here to pick you up!”
Cecelia looks at me like she would much rather get into the back of the van of some bearded homeless man than go home with me. She shakes her head and turns away from me.
“Cecelia!” I say, more sharply. “Come on. Your mom said I should pick you up.”
She turns back to look at me, and her eyes say she thinks I’m a moron. “No, she didn’t. Sophia’s mother is picking me up and taking me to karate.”
Before I can protest, a woman in her forties wearing yoga pants and a pullover comes over and rests her hand on Cecelia’s shoulder. “Ready for karate, girls?”
I blink up at the woman. She does not appear to be a kidnapper. But there’s obviously been some misunderstanding. Nina called me and told me to pick up Cecelia. She was very clear about it. Well, except for the part where she told me the wrong school. But other than that, she was very clear.
“Excuse me,” I say to the woman. “I work for the Winchesters and Nina asked me to pick up Cecelia today.”
The woman arches an eyebrow and places a recently manicured hand on her hip. “I don’t think so. I pick up Cecelia every single Wednesday and take the girls to karate. Nina didn’t mention a change in plans. Maybe you got it wrong.”
“I didn’t,” I say, but my voice wavers.
The woman reaches into her Gucci purse and whips out her phone. “Let’s clear this up with Nina, shall we?”
I watch as the woman presses a button on her phone. She taps her long fingernails against her purse as she waits for Nina to pick up. “Hello, Nina? It’s Rachel.” She pauses. “Yes, well, there’s a girl here saying you told her to pick up Cecelia, but I explained to her that I take Cecelia to karate every Wednesday.” Another long pause as the woman, Rachel, nods. “Right, that’s exactly what I told her. I’m so glad I checked.” After another pause, Rachel laughs. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s so hard to find somebody good.”
It’s not hard to imagine Nina’s end of the conversation.
“Well,” Rachel says. “Just as I thought. Nina says you got it mixed up. So I’m going to go ahead and take Cecelia to karate.”
And then to put the icing on the cake, Cecelia sticks her tongue out at me. But on the plus side, I don’t have to drive home with her.
I take out my own phone, checking for a message from Nina, retracting her request that I pick up Cecelia. There’s nothing. I shoot off a text to her:
A woman named Rachel just spoke with you and said you asked her to bring Cecelia to karate. So I’ll go home then?
Nina’s reply comes a second later:
Yes. Why on earth did you think I wanted you to pick up Cecelia?
Because you asked me to! My jaw twitches, but I can’t let it get to me. This is just how Nina is. And there are plenty of good things about working for her. （Or with her—ha!） She’s just a little flighty. A little eccentric.
Nina is nuts. Literally.
I can’t help but think back to what that nosy redhead said to me. What did she mean by that? Is Nina more than just an eccentric and demanding boss? Is there something else going on with her?