The Nanny Diaries Page #8

I mean, it's not like you're on

a career path here.

I don't understand.

No, of course

you don't understand.

You've obviously lived

a very charmed life

growing up on Fifth Avenue.

You went to Harvard.

A charmed life?

Okay. Now I get it.

You know, for your

information

my mother died

when I was four.

My father traveled

constantly for work.

I was raised by

nine different nannies

until I was old enough

to get shipped off to boarding school.

That's how charmed

my life was.

- I'm really sorry.

- But you know something?

I still think I turned out

to be a pretty decent guy

in spite of it all.

I guess I'm officially

an a**hole.

Well...

a**hole is a pretty

strong word.

I would have gone

with jerk or bonehead.

But that's just

my prep school upbringing.

I don't know, you know,

I just... I would love to quit.

I really would, but l...

I can't leave Grayer.

I can't.

You're gonna think

I'm totally crazy,

but I feel really bad

for her also.

Do you think I'm crazy?

Well, you know, you could

be suffering from

Stockholm Syndrome.

- You ever heard of Patty Hearst?

- Are you kidding?

Yes.

But I do think you should probably

let me kiss you right about now.

What?

Well...

we're two blocks

from your building.

And once we get any closer,

I won't be able to go near you.

Which, to tell you

the truth,

is all I've really thought

about since that day

I saw you in that

Betsy Ross getup.

That is really kinky and weird.

You don't know

the half of it.

Good night.

Good night.

- Pleasant evening.

- Yeah.

Good night.

Uh-huh.

Look out for the...

Sorry.

While doing field work,

anthropologists have been

known to lose themselves

in the very society

that they're studying,

a phenomenon known

as "going native."

When this occurs,

the proper course of action

is to remove oneself

ASAP.

After my night

with Harvard Hottie,

it became quite obvious

that my obsession with

the Xs meant I'd gone native.

Daydreaming in

the park that day,

I came to the conclusion that

the only right thing to do

was confront Mrs. X...

and quit.

Oh, I forgot about this.

Wow.

This could work.

Mmm.

See if you can find me

something short.

It'll go better

with this neckline.

Okay.

Oh.

Did Grayer

get you this?

God.

I bought this for

my mother when I was 10.

She got mad at me, refused to wear it.

She said it was common.

I think I saved it

out of spite.

How about this?

Mr. X bought it for me for our first

wedding anniversary.

So it's only fitting

that I should wear it tonight,

right?

Definitely.

Mrs. X, I need to

talk to you about something.

I know you're really

busy tonight,

so I was wondering if we

could schedule some time

- tomorrow night to talk.

- What is it, Nanny?

l... I think it's better

if we talk alone.

What is it?

Nanny, lend a hand.

Well?

You look amazing.

- Really?

- You look very pretty, Mommy.

And... and you like

the Dior?

I mean, I know

it's a little much for dinner,

but afterwards

he's taking me

to the President's

Circle Gala at the Met.

Well, I couldn't imagine

a more perfect dress

for a romantic

anniversary.

All I need now

is my husband.

I just called

the airport.

There wasn't a single

delay or cancelation out of Chicago

so...

Where can

that man be?

Nanny,

call La Grande Nuit

- and tell them we're running late.

- Come on.

I don't want to

lose the reservation.

Is it "Le Grande Nuit"

or "La Grande..."

"Le... Les"?

I think it's "La."

Thanks, smarty-pants.

- Hello?

Uh yeah, it's me.

Listen, I'm losing

cell service here.

I need you to find

my wife and explain to her

that my flight

was canceled.

Uh, and since I'm gonna have to be back

here Sunday night,

I'm just gonna spend

the whole weekend in Chicago.

- No no no...

- Make sure to tell her I'm sorry.

No no no, Mr. X, you can't do this.

Look, she...

Nanny, who was it?

What did he say?

Um...

he said that...

his flight was canceled.

And...

and he's very

very sorry.

Make sure you

put that one on top.

I don't want

anything to wrinkle.

Mommy,

where are you going?

Mommy, don't go!

No, Gray... no, Grayer.

Don't... don't be difficult.

Mommy has to go away for

a few days to get some rest.

Nanny, I've decided to

take a few days off.

I'll be at the spa

at Canyon Ranch in Lenox.

- Maria has all my numbers.

- Oh God.

Nanny, can we go upstairs?

I feel funny.

Oh my God!

How did this come on so fast? 104?

Oh my God, oh my God.

Okay okay.

Honey, come here.

You okay?

I'm so sorry.

That's okay, that's okay.

All right.

Okay, wait.

No.

Hey, Lynette, it's Annie.

Listen, I need your help.

Grayer has

a temperature of

and I have vomit all over me

and there's nobody here.

God. Did you

call his mother?

Yes, I called his mother.

She's at some friggin' spa.

I left three messages

and she won't call me back.

I don't know what to do.

I mean, should I take him to

the emergency room or something?

- Annie, I can't answer that.

- I...

Do you know a number of a doctor

I could call for advice,

or a nurse even?

Of course I know a nurse.

Your mother.

Nanny?

Lynette, I have to

call you back.

What is it, sweetheart?

What's wrong?

I want my mommy.

Me too.

How is everything?

His fever's down.

But I think he's

got the croup.

The steam should help

open his passages

and hopefully it'll ease up his cough

and he can get some rest.

Is... is there anything

I can do?

Just close the door.

He's okay now.

Much better.

Oh, thank you, God.

Even so, you should bring him

to the doctor in the morning.

He's probably gonna

need a prescription.

Okay.

Hey, Ma, um...

l... I don't know

how to...

thank you for

coming here, and helping...

Why'd you lie

to me, Annie?

I have never lied to you.

Ever.

I know.

I just...

Oh, Mom, I couldn't

handle it anymore.

- I just couldn't handle it.

- What?

What couldn't you handle?

You're young, you're smart,

you're energetic. You got this

incredibly bright future ahead of you.

It was too bright, Ma.

All right?

I just... I just, I got...

I had to get away.

And do this?

You understand?

Every night shift I worked,

every overtime hour

I accepted,

I did it because I wanted

something better for you than I had.

Nanny!

Good, you're up.

Just leave that there.

So listen, the spa

was just awful,

totally overrun

with suburban riffraff.

And then in the middle

of my body scrub,

Mr. X called

and believe it or not,

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