But our fingers didn’t function the same way when we’d returned from our field trip. Sheila Ann overcooked Swedish meatballs so badly that even Danny McKenzie wouldn’t taste one—and he’d been carrying her books for almost a year. Peggy Picklesimer, who we’d thought couldn’t wait to get married and change her surname, said that she didn’t give a damn if her poor preserving gave a man botulism. And, if the attention that Betty’s rockets got wasn’t already enough, she went absolutely crazy with the electric shears. She cut two feet of corduroy of her midi and made it a mini that she wore proudly with patent leather boots.