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“Wait, what?” She’s clearly not sure if she’s heard me. “No way! Which one?”
“All of them.”
“So there’s three kids?” she asks.
“No, like they collectively have one child. The three of them are claiming they are all the dads of one child,” I clarify.
“How does that work?”
“From what I understand, they were at a show, found the kid in their dressing room with a note that says they’re the dads, and they’re going with that,” I reply.
“They’re just going with it? No trying to find out who the mom is, no trying to find out which one of them is the real dad? Just going with the idea of all of them being the dad at the same time?” Colleen’s tone is incredulous.
“Bingo,” I tell her. “And now they’re looking for a nanny who’s willing to take care of this kid while they’re out on the road.”
“Why did you apply? If I were you I would have run at the very sight of their names.”
“So would I,” I admit. “But I was desperate when I applied for the job, and when I got there to interview, it was only then I saw it was actually them. By then I guess I was in far enough to be curious about what they wanted, and they hired me on the spot. Like, I didn’t even get much of a real interview.”
“So now what? Do you have the kid with you now?” she asks. “How long do you have to be a nanny? I have so many questions I’m not sure which to ask first.”
“So now I’m going over to their hotel room and I’m going to talk about the details of what goes into this job,” I say. “I got the text message earlier with the address, and I’m getting ready to head over in like an hour. They’re going to tell me all the details of what they’re looking for and what they want from me, and I guess that’s when I get to decide if I want the job or not.”
“Wow. A hotel room, huh?” she asks. “Are you sure this interview isn’t going to include you taking your clothes off?”
“Never again,” I say. “I did that, and I’m over it. You know they were so mean to me throughout my senior year, I’m not going to let them do that to me again.”
“That’s why I’m not sure this job is a good idea at all,” Colleen warns. “They were downright assholes to you. Don’t you remember prom?”
“I remember all of it,” I say. “But you know, that’s part of the reason why I want to go through with this. I want to show them I’m not the same girl I was back then, and I’m not going to put up with the same kind of treatment they gave me back then.”
“I mean, I appreciate the fact that you have standards now and aren’t going to let them bully you, but how are you going to do this? Like, what pleasure will you get out of this that makes it worth you getting a job with them?” she asks.
“I guess it’s more about having the power now to tell them to fuck off. Like, before when I was with them, you know I was wrapped around any little thing they asked for. It didn’t matter what they did, I put up with it way too long,” I tell her. “I almost wish they would try to tell me to do something so I can tell them to fuck off.”
“I can see how that would be satisfying, but I just don’t want you to get sucked back into their fantasy. They made you think you were like the queen of their world, then they not only kicked you to the curb, they were so mean to you on top of it. Like, they added insult to injury more than once,” Colleen says.
“That’s fair. But like I said, I feel different this time. I’m going in there without any sort of interest in them at all, and I’m not going to let myself even think in that direction. I was an idiot back then, but not anymore.”
“I know, but you know how it is when you feel one way when you’re away from something, then once you’re around it again you go back to how it was before,” she warns. “I’m only telling you this because I love you. I don’t want you to lose your head about this, you know?”
“I know,” I say. “And I’m not going to. I need a job, and this seems easy enough. Besides, it’s not even like I have to see them that much. I’m going to be watching the kid while they’re on tour, so I take that to mean they’re not even going to be around, you know?”
“Right,” she agrees. “But be careful, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt again, and keep me in the loop. I’d love to keep up with this shit show, like seriously.”
“Of course I will,” I say. “Don’t worry about that.”
We chat for another half hour, then I wrap things up with her as I have to get to the hotel to discuss the details of the job. I don’t want to be late, so I opt to get an Uber to the location.
When I arrive, I’m nervous.
Really nervous, in fact. It’s harder for me to force myself to go into the hotel room and talk to the triplets than it was for me to go into the interview, and I know it’s got everything to do with the fact that I now know who it is I’m dealing with.
I text the number of whoever’s been texting me to let me know where to go, and it’s Caleb who appears to walk me into the hotel.
“Glad you made it,” he says.
“I got a ride,” I reply.
