4 WHO’S IN CHARGE

WHO'S IN CHARGE? "I'm the one who should get twenty dollars," Bean said. It was about the fifth time she had said it. "Putting up with you. Teaching you

谁负责？“我才是应该得到20美元的人，”比恩说。 这大概是她第五次这么说了。 “容忍你。教您

how to be a babysitter. God!" "Don't say God," Nancy said. She was reading a magazine. "You're not in charge of me!" Bean huffed. "Actually, I am," Nancy said. But she didn't say it in a mean way. Bean had been trying to make Nancy mad ever since their parents left, but she hadn't been able to. Nancy was being mature. It was driving Bean bonkers. Bean rolled over and breathed into the rug. She might smother. If she smothered, her parents would feel really bad. Bean picked some rug fuzz out of her mouth. She knew she wasn't going to smother. She also knew that Nancy wasn't going to tie her up and stuff her in the attic. Neither of those things was the problem. The problem was Nancy being her babysitter. That meant that Nancy was the grown- up, the one who got to decide everything. And it meant that Bean was the little, boring, poopy baby who didn't get to decide anything.

如何当保姆。上帝!”“别说上帝，”南希说。 她正在看杂志。 “你管不了我！”豆怒喝道。 “事实上，我是，”南希说。 但她的语气并不刻薄。 自从他们的父母离开后，比恩一直想让南希生气，但她没能做到。 南希变得成熟了。这让比恩发疯了。 比恩翻了个身，对着地毯吹了口气。 她可能会窒息。如果她窒息了，她的父母会很难过。 比恩从嘴里叼出一些地毯绒毛。 她知道自己不会窒息。 她也知道南希不会把她绑起来塞进阁楼。 这些都不是问题。 问题是南希是她的保姆。 这就意味着南希是大人，是决定一切的人。 这就意味着比恩就是个无聊的小屁孩什么都做不了决定。

Bean couldn't stand it anymore. She got up.

比恩再也无法忍受了。 她站了起来。

"Where are you going?" asked Nancy, looking over her magazine. "You're not supposed to go out." "What is this—jail?!" huffed Bean. "I'm not a criminal, you know. I can go in the front yard!"

“你要去哪儿？”南希看着她的杂志问道。 “你不应该出去。” “这是什么——监狱？！”比恩生气地说。 “你知道，我不是罪犯。 我可以到前院去！”

"If you do, I'll tell, and you'll get grounded for a week," said Nancy calmly. Bean pressed her hands against her cheeks, rolled her eyes back in her head, and opened her mouth as wide as it would go. But Nancy wasn't even looking. Bean stomped up the stairs as loudly as she could. Nancy didn't say anything. Bean slammed the door to her room. She waited. Nothing. Stupid Nancy. She flung herself down on her bed. She was a prisoner in her own home. Treated like a criminal by her own flesh and blood. "By my own flesh and blood," muttered Bean. It sounded good. After a few minutes, she stopped being mad and started being bored. She looked around her room for something to do. She could knit. Except that she liked the idea of knitting more than she liked knitting in real life. Besides, her yarn was in a big knot. She thought about painting, but her watercolors were all the way downstairs. She could make a potholder, but she had already made about

“如果你说了，我会告诉他，你会被禁足一个星期。”南希平静地说。 比恩用双手捂住脸颊，把眼睛转到脑后，把嘴张得大大的。 但南希根本没看。 比恩尽可能大声地跺着脚上楼。 南希什么也没说。 比恩砰地关上了她房间的门。 她等待着。什么都没有。愚蠢的南希。 她扑通一声倒在床上。 她被关在自己家里。 被她的亲骨肉当作罪犯对待。 “以我自己的血肉起誓。”比恩喃喃地说。 听起来不错。几分钟后，她不再生气，开始感到无聊。 她环视了一下房间，想找点事做。 她会编织。除了她更喜欢编织这个想法，而不是现实生活中的编织。 此外，她的毛线打了一个大结。 她想画画，但她的水彩画一直在楼下。 她可以做一个支架，但她已经做过了

thirty of them, and the only colors left were brown and gray. Bean's grandmother loved everything she made, but Bean didn't think even her grandmother would want a brown and gray potholder. Bean flopped into her basket chair. Ouch. She got up and looked out her window. She had never been so bored in her life. She squeezed all the way to the edge of the window and found out that she could see Sophie W.'s yard.

有三十种颜色，剩下的只有棕色和灰色。 比恩的祖母喜欢她做的一切，但比恩认为即使是她的祖母也不会想要一个棕色和灰色的锅托。 比恩扑通一声坐在她的篮子椅上。 哎哟。她站起来向窗外望去。 她一生中从来没有这么无聊过。 她一路挤到窗边，发现自己看见了苏菲。W。的院子里。