Alana's voice is cutting my ears like sharp glass, forcing me to pull the phone away from my face. The number is unknown so I know Noah wasn't exacting this call, seeing as he didn't have her number saved.
“Hello?” She answers again more annoyed this time. “Noah?”
“Um, no sorry. He's laying down right now with a fever?”
“Then who am I speaking to?”
Not wanting to make things worse I decide that telling her the truth would be a terrible idea. “The nanny?”
“The nanny?!”
“Um, yeah,” I sound more sure thus time, being the worst liar on the damn planet. “I'm the nanny.”
“He lets the nanny answer his phone?” She sounds skeptical as she continues her line of questioning.
“Well, no. I was…” can't say I was calling in for him, that would be weird for a nanny to do to. “I was cleaning
