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the side door. And now, Aggie, hold my hand, and when the next pain comes, breathe through it nice and calm like they showed you in the prenatal classes.”
    Well, this was a whole new side of Ms. Print that we had never seen before; she should be running the school. Mr. Masters straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and then sprinted out of the room to get his car. Ms. Addle took Ms. Print’s hand and started doing deep breaths with her, which seemed to help because Ms. Addle stopped screaming.
    Then Ms. Print turned to us children who were crowding around in amazement. “Now, children,” she said, smiling, “all of you go back to your seats and read your books; everything is just fine. Mr. Masters is going to drive Ms. Addle to the hospital so that she can have her baby, and I am going to go with them. Mr. Rogers will look after you.”
    Everybody did just as Ms. Print said, and Sarah the big bully was sent to get Mr. Rogers. Ms. Addle smiled weakly at us and said, “Isn’t this exciting?” She was much calmer now, but I bet she was glad that Ms. Print was going to the hospital with her — especially when we heard Mr. Masters’s car squealing to a stop outside our window.
    In he charged like a mad bull, and he was about to grab Ms. Addle when Ms. Print held up her hand and said, “Just open the back door of the car and I’ll help Aggie out.”
    We watched as Ms. Addle slowly slid into the car, helped by Ms. Print. Mr. Masters held the door and jiggled his keys, and Mr. Rogers said, “Give them a cheer” as the car pulled away.
    “You go, girl!” shouted Orla out of the window, and everybody cheered. Ms. Addle waved bravely as they drove off.
    So you see I was right to go to school today after all.
    But it wasn’t all good. Mrs. Lemon did not give me any free sweets today when I dropped in. She just took my money for the Spiff bar and looked sadly at me and said nothing.

Sally didn’t come straight home so I read her diary. I had to find out whether she knows it was me. But I’m still not sure if she is sure or if she is just pretending she knows so I will fall into her trap and give myself away. No fear of that — I was extra careful to put the diary back exactly as I found it and to straighten her bed so it was just as smooth as Aunt B. had left it. This is what she wrote yesterday:
    151 days.
    Hi spy, hoping to read something good today? Hoping to stick your nosy-parker nose into some juicy secret? Sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t be telling any more secrets until I have hunted you down and dealt with you as you deserve! No mercy for sneaky spies.
    I can tell you I didn’t like the sound of that.
    I wish that I had hair as black as Mimi’s. Black is the only color I want in my life. I love going to Aunt B.’s and chatting with Emmett. Aunt B. is so cool — always stern, no nonsense. I’m going to be like Aunt B. when I grow up, and everyone will be scared of me. Nobody will dare to spy on my diary.
    I’m so angry now, and I’m really afraid that I’ll be caught if I don’t stop but I just can’t stop. Nobody would like me if they knew. I wish Dad cared. Why didn’t Mammy take more care on the bike? I hate my life. Good-bye, spy.
    When I had put away the diary super-carefully I brushed my hair in front of Sally’s mirror. Sally loves my long, straight black hair. Black as black. But I hate it. I wish I had blond hair like Sally’s (her hair is blond under the black dye). And I wish that I hadn’t gotten slanty eyes — but Orla says she would love to have eyes like mine.
    Wouldn’t it be cool if people could swap body parts? I’ll swap you my nose for your ears — or my sticky-out belly button for your sticky-in one?
    I decided there and then never to read Sally’s boring diary ever again. What’s she afraid of, anyway? And why is she always angry? I hate black!
    I really wanted to tell somebody about Ms. Addle and her contraptions, but Dad was just sitting looking blankly at