THE NANNY DIARIES
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He is quiet for a moment. "Look, I'm really sorry for the other night. Sometimes those guys can be real assholes when they drink. I know that's no excuse, but, I mean, they're just old friends from high school ---"
"And?" I say to the wall.
"And . . ." He seems stumped. "And you shouldn't judge me based on one drunken night at Dorrian's."
I shimmy back to face him. "Um, yeah --- that's one drunken night when your buddies from 'back in the day' called me a hoe. Listen, sometimes I hang out with friends whose politics I don't agree with, but only up to a point. If, oh, say, gang rape were on the agenda for the evening, I would speak up!"
"Well!"
"Well?"
"Well, for someone who didn't like it when snap judgements were made about you, it's pretty hypocritical of you to judge me so quickly based on their behaviour."
"Fair enough." I take a deep breath and try to straighten to my full height. "Let me clarify, I'm judging you on the fact that you didn't step in to shut them up."
He looks back at me. "Okay, I should've said something. I'm sorry things got so out of hand."
He tucks his hair behind his ear.
"Listen, come out with me tonight and let me make it up to you. I'm hanging out with some college friends --- it's a whole different crowd, I promise."
The door slides open and both a woman in a cashmere wrap and her standard poodle glare with annoyance because there is no room for them around my costume.
The door slides closed. I realise I have only two more floors to acquiesce.
"Obviously, I have a really decadent affair ahead of me." I gestured with one three-fingered hand to my purple torso. "But I can try to stop by around ten."
"Great! I'm not sure exactly where we're going. We were thinking of Chaos, or The Next Thing, but we'll definitely be at Nightingale's till eleven."
"Well, I'll try to make it." Despite the fact that I am not completely clear where, in his list of destinations, I should aim to make it to.
The doors open to the lobby and I attempt a sexy waddle to the car, trying to remember to lead with my hips.
I wait until H. H. is safely around the corner and then, after one last ass-push from the doormen, we are on our way.
I take a little bit of pleasure from the fact that Mrs. X is forced to lean across and pin the card on Grayer herself as she has the use of all ten of her fingers.
"Honey, I finally found out who the Brightmans used to book their safari ---" she begins, but Mr. X gestures to the phone and shakes his head.
Not to be outdone she pulls her Startac out of her Judith Leiber pumpkin clutch and dials. The puffy, primary-colored side of the car sits in prolonged silence.
". . . I don't think her decorator did a very good job . . ."
". . . take another hard look at those numbers---"
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The nanny Diaries
HumorNan has a tricky relationship with her employer, Mrs. A non- existent relationship with Mr X. But she loves their little boy to pieces. In between looking after four-year-old Grayer and running a thousand errands for Mrs X, his rich, upr...
