Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant brand in her eyes, as if I’d done something she’d been waiting for all semester. ‘Now, honey –’

‘I know,’ I grumbled. ‘A maand erasing textbooks.’

That wasn’t the right thing to say.

‘Come with me,’ Mrs. Dodds said.

‘Wait!’ Grover yelped. ‘It was me. I pushed her.’

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn’t believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

‘I don’t think so, Mr. Underwood,’ she said.

‘But –’

‘You – will – stay –...