"He'll love you in detention, too," she said.
  "She wants Doug!" whispered Tab in Barry's ear.
  "Dude, where's the paste? The paste?" another voice called behind Barry. It was Doug, who had followed him there like the funky odor of his room. In his hand, a toothbrush.
  The door slammed open and Mrs. Wheeler walked straight out into the hallway, as oblivious to their presence as Doug had been. Of course, she would return the next day, but her days were numbered. All because of Doug, because of the love of Doug. Barry felt dizzy and his mouth was full of reflux.
  Tab held out a picture of a meeting of big wigs in a sun-bleached conference room.