Jets of fire blast out of her eyes. Haggerty stands beside my desk, shaking her head and telling me how disappointed she is that I didn’t turn in the outline for our Emily paper. “It’s not like you to be irresponsible, Chan.” Haggerty’s white eyebrows join over her nose, and her frown reaches all the way to her neck. “I just forgot,” I say again, letting her—and Devin—think I forgot to bring it, not that I totally forgot to do the stupid thing, that it didn’t even cross my mind even after all her reminders. “The cards, the outline, I’ll bring it all tomorrow, I promise.” “You’ll lose a letter grade.” Haggerty shakes her head again and sighs. “I’ll deliver,” I say at the same time Devin says, “Our cards are good. Just wait until you see what we’ve found out about Emily’s private life.” Haggerty glances from Devin to me, and her eyebrows finally come apart. She looks interested. “I hope that’s true.” Devin folds her hands like she’s praying.
