She was sitting at her desk, legs primly crossed at the ankles, skimming over the reading assignment Mr. Aburro had given us the day before, when Morgan came skittering into the room, looking both traumatized and titillated. She was clearly torn between wanting to appear upset on Felicity’s behalf, and overcome with the bounty of good gossip. Morgan bent over, and, cupping her hand over her mouth, whispered into Felicity’s ear.I watched as Felicity’s expression morphed from surprise to shell-shocked horror. She wheeled around in her seat and began to type furiously at her laptop. I couldn’t see what was on her screen, but I had a pretty good idea of what Web site she’d just surfed over to. Felicity leaned forward toward the screen, her shoulders bunching up to her ears. She turned to Morgan, who was doing her best to control her excitement and look sympathetic.“Don’t worry; it’s totally bogus,” Morgan said soothingly.But Felicity just shook her head and looked back at the screen.
