Page 27 of The Third Girl

Me:We’re still waiting to hear something.

And then because I feel like I should bring this back to a less personal level, I shoot her another text.

Me:Just confirming, you know I need you tomorrow night even though it’s Saturday, right?

Skylar:Oh, okay. I hope all goes well for her.

Skylar:And yes, I saw the schedule you have posted on the fridge.

Skylar:I added your shifts to my calendar.

I take a deep breath, gritting my teeth. Text messages are awful. I can’t ever tell the tone of the sender. I hope I didn’t offend her. That wasn’t my intention.

“You’re thinking awfully hard about what to say to your nanny.”

It takes a few moments for what Lucy’s just said to click in my head. “What? What do you mean?”

The elevator dings, and we step out, but Lucy draws me to a halt. “I mean it shouldn’t be so hard to thank her for thinking of us and be done with it.”

I huff out a breath, eyeing the coffee that we need to get to Dad and Trav before it goes cold. “We were hashing out the schedule.”

My sister nods, a certain gleam in her eye. “Right.”

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