I asked the next morning, blasting into Skeeter’s office. “Sick,” Skeeter said, marking her place in her law book. “She might be back tomorrow.” Tomorrow? Crud. The day oozed by like a sloth on pain meds. Even Harm wilted as the morning slid into afternoon. “Harm Crenshaw,” Miss Retzyl said, clapping her hands. “Wake up!” Harm lifted his head from his desk and gave her a sleepy smile. “The periodic table,” he said. He blinked. “This is science, isn’t it?” Miss Retzyl went glacier. We’d finished science a half hour ago. “Harm,” she said, “you’ve fallen asleep two days in a row. Why?” Attila sneered. “I hear Mr. Red’s building a still in his living room. Maybe the noise is keeping Harm up.” Harm stretched. “I’m sorry, Miss Retzyl,” he said. “I haven’t been sleeping well.
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