She almost ran right into Charlotte, who was just leaving the library. “Are they closing?” she panted, out of breath. “Pretty soon, I think. What’s the rush?” asked Charlotte. “I have to do some research, you know, for the English paper,” Maeve rambled anxiously. Why am I so nervous? she thought. It’s not as if Charlotte could possibly guess I’m here because I’m working with Betsy. “Well, I better get started before they close!” she told Charlotte, a little too cheerfully. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” “Sure,” Charlotte said, giving her a funny look. “I’m going to meet some kids in my math class, anyway. I have to find out what they’re doing with their project—before I meet with Betsy. She’s talking to the Crow right now.” “Betsy Fitzgerald?” Maeve couldn’t believe it. “She’s my partner for the math project, remember?” “Oh, right, thanks to the Crow.” Maeve could have told Charlotte right then. She could have told her that she’d just decided impulsively to call Betsy because she was desperate for some help and everyone else was so busy this week.
