Stacey's going to make a small fortune as a super sitter. But is it worth it?

Greed. It's a dangerous thing.

That's what I was thinking the following Wednesday as I ran around the Cheplins' house like a total maniac trying to accomplish Mrs. Cheplin's ever-growing list of things to be done.

How I'd come to dread that list. I even had nightmares about it. The night before, I'd dreamt that I was walking home from school with Robert, and Mr. Cheplin walked right behind us telling me all the things she wanted done in a steady stream of chatter. And, in my dream, her chores were even worse than in real life. "Stacey, paint the house, wash the windows, patch all the clothes, do the grocery shopping, fix the roof, cook a lasagna." In the dream I covered my ears and tried to get away from her but she chased me, rambling on about her list all the while. "Wallpaper the living room, carpet the stairs, get rid of my clutter, cure Dana's diabetes."

That's when I woke up. "I can't!" I cried, still half in my dream. Then I woke up fully and realized I was in my bedroom. I was glad to be out of that dream.

But I wanted the money. Was that greed? In a way, it was. Because I now no longer only wanted to take Robert to Broadway. Now I wanted to take him somewhere fancy for dinner. I also wanted to but a new dress, something that would really look special for this special night.

Stacey McGill, Super Sitter
Published by Scholastic Inc. 1996
ISBN: 0590228781