I laugh at Andrew's distressed face when he sees the vegetables. He hates vegetables! Blake and Jess had quite a long talk in the kitchen, but I'm glad they did. They're both smiling now, so that's a good sign.
“Jess,” I say, after I dished up for everyone, “Have you spoken to Blake about tomorrow?”
“Not yet,” she says, looking at me. I raise my eyebrows. Her eyes grow wide, “You want me to do it now?”
“Well I don't know when else you'd want to do it,” I say, smiling slightly. She hates to ask for permission to do anything. She's learned to ask me but she has to learn to ask either her mom or Blake. I'm just the nanny, so I don't really have authority.
“Well okay,” she says nervously, “Blake, I was wondering. Well, Dee sort of suggested it. There is this party tomorrow, at a club, that
