Mr. Dorman knew weâd have to clean up the lounge to use the table.â
Gail nodded. âAmyâs right. The cooks usually clean it right before they go home. I guess Mr. Dorman figured heâd free them up for bigger and better things.â
âLike thinking up new ways to poison us?â Amy started to laugh.
âExactly.â Colleen laughed, too. âCome on, you two. We might as well make the best of it. At least the teachers have cold drinks in the refrigerator, and we can help ourselves.â
In less than ten minutes the table was clean, the dishes were stacked neatly in the rubber tubs the kitchen had provided, and the girls were enjoying their favorite soft drinks from the teachersâ refrigerator. Theyâd developed a system for counting the votes. Gail would unfold the votes and read them aloud. Then sheâd hand them to Colleen, who would verify them. Amy would do the actual count by making a tally mark on the lists Mr. Dorman had given her, one for the Senior boys, and one for the Senior girls.
Their first task had been to separate the votes. That wasnât difficult because the names were written on hearts cut out of construction paper. There were red hearts for the Valentine Queen, and green hearts for the Valentine King.
Theyâd counted the green votes first, and Brett had taken a decisive lead for Valentineâs Day King. Heâd chalked up thirty votes out of the fifty-two that had been cast. Now they were counting the votes for Valentineâs Day Queen, and there were many more of them. It was pretty obvious that the boys had purchased more cards than the girls.
Gail unfolded another red heart, and frowned as she read the name inside. âHere we go again. Itâs another vote for Tanya.â
âThat figures.â Colleen sighed as she verified the vote. âChalk up another one for Tanya. How many does that make, Amy?â
âFifteen. Out of twenty. Youâve got one, Gailâs got one, Jessicaâs got one, and Micheleâs got two.â
âHereâs one for you, Amy.â Gail unfolded another red heart.
âFor me?â Amy looked astounded. âWhoâd vote for me?â
Colleen grabbed the heart-shaped ballot out of Gailâs hand. âLet me see. I know everybodyâs handwriting.â
âYes?â Amy held her breath. She hoped the vote had been cast by Brett.
âI donât know. Itâs printed. And that means it could be anybody. Maybe youâve got a secret admirer, Amy.â
âOh, sure.â Amy sighed. âItâs probably from your brother and you made him do it.â
Colleen shook her head. âNo, itâs not. Danny had to go to the dentist at eleven this morning, and heâs not back yet. He missed lunch and thatâs when they sold the cards.â
âAre you sure itâs not from Danny?â
âIâm positive. Somebody else must have voted for you.â
Amy began to grin as she turned back to her tally sheet and put a check mark by her own name. Even though the skies outside were still gray, it made the whole day seem much brighter. Someone had actually cast a vote for her! Maybe Colleen was right and she did have a secret admirer. She just wished she knew who he was.
Three
C at scowled as he studied the bulletin board. Theyâd posted the totals during fifth period, but this was the first chance heâd had to look.
The bulletin board had been decorated since heâd seen it this morning, and it was a total mess. Cat remembered the old joke Mr. Dorman had told them, that the camel was a horse that had been designed by a committee. Even though it was a joke and Cat knew it, he decided that the same committee had decorated the bulletin board.
The bulletin board was covered with red construction paper. That, in itself, was just fine. But someone had cut Cupids out of glossy pink paper and stuck them up in a random design with