Chapter 7 MARTONE GETS THE BLAME . . . AGAIN Mom and Allie were sitting at the kitchen table when I got home. I was still smiling goofily when I joined them at the table. “Productive meeting?” Mom asked. “Very,” I replied. “We wrote a poll that we’re going to use for part of our article, and we’re going to use the results as part of the article.” “Didn’t you do that before?” Allie asked. “We did, and it worked really well,” I said. “So why mess with a good thing?” “Speaking about messing with a good thing,” Mom segued, “what is going on with Hailey?” “What do you mean?” I asked, pretending to be oblivious. “I ran into her mom when I went out to the supermarket to pick up a chicken for dinner,” Mom said. “She said Hailey’s been just devastated by your fight and the hurtful things that you said.” “The hurtful things I said?” I snorted. “She keeps forgetting about the hurtful things she said. She just wants me to look like the bad guy.”
