But Anna wasn’t thinking about the Evapopaper flavor when she yelled, “We have Covert Operations!” She sounded absolutely terrified, and I remembered that she was probably the only Gallagher Girl that Liz could take in a fistfight. I looked at Liz, and even she rolled her eyes at Anna’s hysterics. After all, everyone knows sophomore year is the first time we get to do anything that even approaches actual fieldwork. It’s our first exposure to real spy stuff, but Anna seemed to be forgetting that the class itself was, sadly, kind of a cakewalk.
“I’m pretty sure we can handle it,” Liz soothed, prying the paper from Anna’s frail hands. “All Buckingham does is tell horror stories about all the stuff she saw in World War Two and show slides, remember? Ever since she broke her hip she’s—”
“But Buckingham is out!” Anna exclaimed, and this got my attention.
I’m sure I stared at her for a second or two before saying, “Professor Buckingham is still here, Anna,” not adding that I’d spent half the morning coaxing Onyx, her cat, down from the top shelf of the staff library. “That’s got to be just a start-of-school rumor.” There were always plenty of those—like how some girl got kidnapped by terrorists, or one of the staff members won a hundred grand on Wheel of Fortune. (Though, now that I think of it, that one was actually true.)
