Chapter 111

The professors all seemed to know about the naked old woman creeping about, but they kept their mouths shut as soon as anyone asked about her. Which meant they were obviously hiding something.

"She's harmless if you don't get too close," Professor Lipskin told us in Undead Botany the next day. "We have it under control."

"Like you do Quiet?" Echo asked.

The rest of the class's eyes about popped out of their heads at her nerve. I grinned. Leave it to Echo to never show fear asking the difficult questions.

The bald professor glared. "You think you can do any better?"

"Absolutely not," she said.

I appreciated her honesty. So did Professor Lipskin, it seemed, who let that go before launching into everything he hated about springtime:

"Bugs," he said, counting off on his fingers, "gentle breezes, the sun, mating season, and spring fever in students who aren't paying attention." He slammed his hand down on his desk.