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what was wrong with her. I shrugged. Of course I didn't. What I did know was that Taffy had gotten mad right after Wiggins handed the math homework back, and I had a terrible feeling that it was more than just a coincidence.
    I was right. Taffy was waiting outside the door for me at recess. She started shouting, and I could tell that she didn't care if anybody heard.
    "Jana Morgan! I want to talk to you!"
    I hurried over to her before she had time to shout anything else. "W hat's the matter?" I asked.
    "This is what's the matter," she said in a growly voice and stuffed a crumpled paper into my hand.
    "Let's go over here where we can have some privacy," I suggested and began moving toward the playground fence. My heart was racing. I couldn't imagine what she was going to say next.
    Taffy stomped along behind me, and as soon as we got to the fence I spread out the paper and looked at it. I blinked and looked at it again. I couldn't believe it. Every single problem had been checked wrong! And Wiggins had written a big fat zero in red ink at the top of the page.
    "This is impossible!" I shrieked. "All the answers were double-checked. They were right."
    "Oh, yeah?" Taffy challenged. "Then why did Wiggins mark them all wrong?"
    "I'll prove it to you when we get back into the room. I'll show you my paper. I got one hundred. They were the same answers that I gave you. I swear they were."
    "They couldn't be," said Taffy.
    "But they are!" I insisted.
    Very slowly Taffy pulled another paper out of her jacket pocket. It was the homework sheet I had given her the day before. "Look for yourself," she said angrily.
    I took the paper and opened it. I was afraid to look, but I knew that I had to. Glancing down the page, I felt my throat tighten. Taffy was right. It had the same answers on it as the paper Wiggins had marked a zero.
    "Taffy, honest," I protested. "I don't know what happened. It was a mistake. It had to be."
    "I don't believe you, Jana Morgan. You did it on purpose. I know you did. Don't you know that I could have told on you? I could have gone straight to Wiggins or Mrs. Winchell right after I saw you with that wallet. I could have even gone to the POLICE." Taffy paused, giving me the worst poison-dart look I had ever seen. She had moved so close to me that her nose was practically touching mine. Then her expression changed to a nasty smile, and she said, "I still could."
    I knew she was right. She could tell on me any time she wanted to. A picture of me sitting in a jail cell flooded my mind again, and my heart was pounding so hard that I almost didn't hear my own words when they came out. "I'm sorry, Taffy. I was telling the truth when I said I don't know what happened. You've got to believe me. I promise that it won't ever happen again."
    "You're right. It won't ever happen again, because you won't be doing my math homework anymore."
    "I won't?" I whispered.
    "No," Taffy said before I had time to wonder why or feel relieved. "Meet me outside the cafeteria door when the lunch bell rings. I have something else for you to do, but don't think you're getting lucky. Because of what you did to my homework, the price of my silence has just gone up. "

CHAPTER EIGHT
    T affy left me standing there alone, and an instant later my four best friends rushed up.
    "What's going on?" asked Christie. "Taffy really looked mad."
    "She is mad," I assured them. Then I went on to tell them about the math homework. "I don't know what happened. I copied the answers for Taffy from the problems we had worked and . . ." My voice trailed off as I suddenly remembered what had been going on the day before. Taffy had been talking to Randy, and he had been listening as if she were saying something terribly important. It had made my eyes fill up with tears, but I had gone right on copying the answers anyway. Was that what happened? Had I missed seeing the mistakes I was making on Taffy's homework because I was looking through tears? I sighed. I didn't want to