WING WAS ALL smiles in Monday morning’s technology class. “This is a fabulous shot, Drew!” she said, looking at the computer screen in his station. Drew was downloading digital photos from the snowstorm onto the school Web site. “Oh no, you didn’t put that one up there,” Madison said when she saw the photo of her and Ivy struggling just before Madison had been “ice tagged” out. “I look so weird. Ick.” “No, you don’t look weird at all, Maddie,” Mrs. Wing said. “You look like you’re having fun with your friends.” “Isn’t that Ivy Daly?” another kid asked. “Since when are you friends with her?” Madison dropped her head. “Since never, okay? We were on opposite teams. Look, Drew, please take that photo off.” “But you look nice,” Egg said, in his best trying-to-impress-the-teacher voice. Egg had an itsy-bitsy crush on Mrs. Wing, and when he was trying for her attention, he would often exaggerate. “Really, really nice.” “Well put, Walter,”
