Hannah West on Millionaire's Row by Linda Johns

Author:Linda Johns
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US

CHAPTER 14

MORE HORN HONKING. FRIENDLY TOOT-TOOTING, NOT AT ALL LIKE THE obnoxious horns on new cars and trucks.

We cheered and waved as the Antiques Caravan old-style panel truck came down the street. We kept waving for the camera. A black antique car followed. A sign on the door said “1914 Ford Model T.” Underneath it said “Lake Washington Antique Car Club.” Eleven more cars followed, all from the same car club.

One camera guy with a handheld camera came toward us to get a close up of firefighter Rachel. She tipped her fire hat, then reached over to give Izzie a big hug.

“Now that’s a shot that’s going to make it on TV,” I whispered to Lily.

“Rightie-o,” Lily said a bit loudly with one of her English accents. She succeeded in getting the camera guy’s attention and he zoomed in on her, then backed away to get Rachel and Lily both in the shot. By default, I figured that my vintage cougar sweatshirt and I might also have a chance at being on TV.

“And yet another shot guaranteed to make it on TV,” Lily said to me in her regular, nonaccented voice. She looked pretty smug about the whole thing.

“Hey, Chief,” a college-aged guy with a clipboard said. “Just in case we use a picture on the show, we’re going to need permission from your parents.”

“I’m the babysitter,” I said. “I’ll get her mom over here.”

“We may need one for both of you, too,” he said.

“Of course!” Lily cooed, smiling warmly. “We’ve been through this before, haven’t we, Hannah, dear?”

Luckily, I didn’t need to be embarrassed because the clipboard guy had already moved on and hadn’t paid any attention to Lily’s pompousness.

The parade itself was pretty anticlimactic. It was over in five minutes. We’d have to wait at least ten minutes for the caravan to circle around and get back for the second run-through.

Rachel pulled my hand. “Hannah, I have to go. Now,” she said.

“Can you hold it?” Lily asked. “The parade is going to start again soon.”

“That’s a little insensitive,” I said, glaring at Lily. “She’s only four,” I mouthed.

“Now,” Rachel said, tugging my entire arm with urgency.

“Okay. When you gotta go, you gotta go,” I said to Rachel. “We’ll be right back,” I told Lily.

Rachel was moving a little slow for a kid who was desperate to go to the bathroom.

“Let’s hurry,” I urged her. The unspoken part of that sentence was “before it’s too late.” Of course, Rachel has been potty trained for at least a year, but I learned in my babysitting class to take a child’s request to go to the bathroom quite seriously.

“I’m okay,” Rachel said.

“What? Don’t you have to go?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do. But it’s not an emergency or anything,” she said.“I’m going to need help.You’ll need to hold my fire chief hat and maybe my coat.”

Apparently Rachel the Firefighter was planning ahead to avoid an emergency during the parade.

“Hi,” I said, a bit surprised to see the young woman in the apricot hoodie coming down the driveway on the other side of Libby and Calvin’s house.

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