Guess who was on the phone. Logan.

    "Logan, I'm - I'm busy now," I said.

    "Okay." We hung up, and I felt stung, but Jenny was my responsibility, so we went back to her room.

    "Your mom sure has been buying you a lot of stuff, Jen," I ventured. I was making every effort not to think about Logan.

    "Yup. It's big-girl stuff. Mommy says the baby won't know how to do anything for itself." (Apparently even Jenny didn't know whether she would have a little sister or a little brother.) "So Mommy will be busy, and I'll have to be a big girl." Since Jenny did not look too happy about this, I said, "You sure are lucky - new shoes, earrings - and all because of the baby." "Yeah. Mommy wants to make sure I'll like that baby." - Whoa. Had Jenny just said what I thought she said? It sounded as if she knew she was being bribed to get along with the new baby.

    Mrs. P. certainly had an interesting method for dealing with sibling rivalry.

    Jenny showed me two more things that her mother had bought her. Then I helped her to brush her teeth, wash her face, and finally climb into bed. After just a few pages of Babar, Jenny's eyes began to close, so we said good night. I turned out her light, and then I tiptoed out of her room, leaving the door open a crack.

    The phone rang immediately. I raced downstairs and picked it up.

    It was guess who.

    "Jenny asleep yet?" asked Logan.

    "Yup. She fell asleep pretty quickly." "Oh. Well, just checking to see how the job is going." "It's fine." "Okay." Twenty minutes later, the phone rang again. I knew I should be professional and say, "Hello, Prezziosos' residence." Instead I said, "Hi, Logan." "You knew it was me?" He sounded surprised.

    "I had this feeling." "Jenny still asleep?" "Yes." "So. How about a date? There must be some evening when you're not baby-sitting." I hesitated.