Chapter 18

On Monday morning Jane awoke with a vague sense of uneasiness. But she couldn't think of anything to be uneasy about. She had survived Valentine's Day. She had collected all the data for her science project. Emily had come over on Sunday, and they had watched a really funny movie. It had almost seemed like old times.

So why should Jane feel weighed down with worry?

She was obviously forgetting something important – and terrible. But what?

She was halfway to school before she remembered.

The Valentine poem.

She had taken care not to sign her name, but she had forgotten to disguise her handwriting. Jane had very distinctive handwriting – square and blocky, almost like print