I didn’t say “of course I won’t leave.” That’s a lie nannies can’t afford to tell. Instead, I said, “Then write that. Write the scary part. That’s the only rule. The truth.”
Still not a fairy godmother. But I found the cat. He’s fine. He’s sleeping in a mixing bowl. I’m not asking questions. miss penelope dork diaries
“Hello,” I said, my voice calm. “I’m Miss Penelope.” I didn’t say “of course I won’t leave
“I’d write that I’m scared,” she whispered. “Of being alone. Mom and Dad are always gone. The nannies always leave. You’ll leave too, Miss Fart Cloud.” ” I said
Penelope’s eighth birthday was in three days.